[Izzy's eyes open wide as she watches her garishly-colored savior do Some Kind of Illusion Magic to generate text. Gods damn it, some magical aptitude would be really handy right now.]
Why is reality unstable. How does that even happen. [Her speech, now not at top volume, is stilted and awkward because she has to trust her own senses that what she's trying to say is coming out right.] Ow.
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Why is reality unstable. How does that even happen. [Her speech, now not at top volume, is stilted and awkward because she has to trust her own senses that what she's trying to say is coming out right.] Ow.