[The night air washes over them, bitterly cold and welcome nonetheless. Felix blinks against a gust of wind, able to focus on the question.]
...Maybe.
[He sounds bemused, in fact. It's a surprising thought. But the conjurer focuses, trying to sense how the battle is going down in the pit. There's a limit to his link with the atronach: he can't see what it's doing, only feel the outlines of its cold anger, its deliberate ignorance of the enemy magic and scratching claws.]
Huh... [Felix is vaguely aware that they've stopped, and after a few moments he unclenches his hands, slides off haphazardly into the snow. He grabs at the bear's side for support, frowning intently.]
I think- damn! [The link distorts and fails, the atronach on the other end slipping back to its home plane. And still, he sounds pleased. A touch incredulous, but terribly pleased with himself.] Almost. I- I think we could have actually had her!
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...Maybe.
[He sounds bemused, in fact. It's a surprising thought. But the conjurer focuses, trying to sense how the battle is going down in the pit. There's a limit to his link with the atronach: he can't see what it's doing, only feel the outlines of its cold anger, its deliberate ignorance of the enemy magic and scratching claws.]
Huh... [Felix is vaguely aware that they've stopped, and after a few moments he unclenches his hands, slides off haphazardly into the snow. He grabs at the bear's side for support, frowning intently.]
I think- damn! [The link distorts and fails, the atronach on the other end slipping back to its home plane. And still, he sounds pleased. A touch incredulous, but terribly pleased with himself.] Almost. I- I think we could have actually had her!