The walk back to the city was a silent, dreamlike procession. The world beyond their bubble of calm was a frenzy of destruction, but within their invisible shield, it was a quiet, almost mundane journey. The storm raged, but it could not touch them. Merwyn's power was absolute, a simple, effortless command that bent the very elements to his will.
She didn't really know if it was simply a specialty of his because it was nature, if it was mostly a trick - some kind of illusion that kept her from perceiving being so wet - or if he was just getting stronger with time.
She was much too tired for such advanced thought in the first place. She wasn't a magic scholar.
Adrien's presence was a solid, comforting weight at her side. He didn't speak, but he didn't need to. His arm around her, the steady, protective way he held her, said more than words ever could.
