[ Stubborn. The word settles strangely in her brain for some reason, like an ill fitting pair of shoes she's been asked to break in. She's never thought of herself as the stubborn type before but for some reason, she likes it when Oberon says it. And she supposes it would make sense for him to think of her like that - she's been greedy and tunnelvisioned since the moment they met, after all. And it takes a certain stubbornness to deal with a Servant like him.
So she follows his lead. She breathes out slowly and in her mind, the exhale is flecked with specks of light. She lets herself imagine her mana like that, too - writhing liquid stardust trapped in her veins, desperate to flow. Her body resists but she pushes, like stretching a stiff muscle until it finally learns to give again. And something does, sharply enough to make her pull in a pained breath.
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So she follows his lead. She breathes out slowly and in her mind, the exhale is flecked with specks of light. She lets herself imagine her mana like that, too - writhing liquid stardust trapped in her veins, desperate to flow. Her body resists but she pushes, like stretching a stiff muscle until it finally learns to give again. And something does, sharply enough to make her pull in a pained breath.
Against all odds, her mana flows. ]
It... it's like that... isn't it?