[ Glasswing doesn't immediately respond – she squints up at him and the hippo suspiciously, still plastered against the wall as if she's expecting the hippo to bolt and send her skyward the moment she moves an inch. Once it seems like she isn't about to get trampled, she slowly and cautiously peels herself off the cliffside, still not taking her eyes off either of them. ]
So this is... your magic? [ As opposed to whatever nonsense usually happens in the Dream Sphere, with or without their input. ] How well does it handle Torments?
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So this is... your magic? [ As opposed to whatever nonsense usually happens in the Dream Sphere, with or without their input. ] How well does it handle Torments?