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She feels so unbelievably heavy right now.

The red on her hands looks so uncanny – so used to cool blues when she looks at herself, it feels jarringly out of place. She tries to force the light of her magic through it, but it stutters with her beating heart, frightened.

There’s a yell, somewhere to her right. The force of it seems to knock her off her feet, in tandem with the oppressive weight upon her shoulders; her knees hit the ground. She can’t stop staring at herself, even as her eyes blur – this is too much red. It pours down her stomach, staining her clothes; they’re supposed to be blue, not red. She doesn't like this colour all too much.

Something envelopes Lana before she can fall any further. Through the heaviness now pulling at her eyes, she recognises the green and orange just enough to calm ever so slightly. She lets the magic fall from her, no longer fighting against the weight either, falling into the woman in front of her. Green means it’s going to be okay.

“Lana, don’t you dare pass out right now,” the voice sounds harsh, but Lana can sense the fear in it with how the hands hover around her shoulders. In fact, all she focuses on is the person holding her, their warmth against her body and how it's nice to have someone else holding all the heaviness. “Lana, please, you need to stay awake!”

There’s the twang of a crossbow bolt letting loose somewhere near her ears. Linkle shouts something else, but Lana misses it in favour of realising it’s Linkle.