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From the moment she first laid her eyes on Eternatus Darkwhite—good gravy, what a name—Astrid knew the battle would be rough. And indeed it was. Ducking and dodging and weaving between attack after attack after attack, she kept as close to Icetales’ welcoming mists as possible. Through him and...

Astrid flinched harder, ears flattening to her head. With that came the sting of actually being the one spoken to, and by a friend—or just an ally?—no less. She turned back to the broadening horizon, mumbling under her breath, “S-sorry. I guess…”

Astrid physically flinched. With a breath drawn and a furrowed brow, she craned her neck back to stare incredulously at Celeste. She spoke in a sharp whisper. “…Are you trying to make her cry or something?”