Lux needs more time to recover

Pacing Move: [6] Add a Random Event | Random Event: What happens: [6S] Harm (mystical) | Involving: [AC] The PCs (physical)

Lux suffers some side effects as her magic returns.

The clothes Atara found for Lux aren’t a great fit, but she expected that. The orange tunic and breeches are tight around her chest and hips, and a little loose everywhere else. Dressed and on her feet, she holds out a hand, and whispers a cantrip, calling a dancing globe of light into her palm. Being able to draw on her magic again, after being beaten down so far, made so powerless, gives her a kind of euphoric rush. She feels almost invincible…

…right up until her head starts spinning. Stumbling, she loses her footing, almost falling before Atara catches her.

“What happened?” she hears Olan ask. “Are you all right?”

“I suppose it’s to be expected,” Atara says. “After being collared so long, it takes time to re-adjust.”

Lux takes a moment to catch her breath, still light-headed. The simplest spell she knows nearly knocked her out – she hardly dares to try anything more complex. With Atara’s help, she sits on the edge of her bed. Olan, who had stood up to try and help, eases himself back down, every movement obviously painful.

“Well, both of you are in a state,” Atara says, frowing, as she surveys Lux and Olan. “I can see you’ll need more time to be fit to fight.” She sighs. “Very well. I’m going to reconvene with some of our – well, of my allies here. Keep the door locked, keep quiet, and – I suppose it’s too much to ask that you keep your hands off each other?”

Her head mostly cleared, Lux can’t resist a smirk, at which Olan looks mortified. They watch as Atara carefully opens the door and slips out into the corridor.

“Is she going to be all right on her own?” Lux asks, after a while.

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Olan grumbles, “and nobody knows the security systems better. I reckon she’ll make it through.”

“Good.” Lux pauses. “So. Last time we were alone together…”

“What?” Olan’s look of confusion shifts to one of dread as Lux turns to look at him. “Oh, no. Lux.”