[It's also curious, because by virtue of that lift-and-spin move, Sypha has ended up rotated a hundred and eighty degrees from the direction she'd previously been, which is new and interesting and just slightly beyond her to properly appreciate at the moment. The fire used to be one way and now it's the other; she can still track it from its glow and its warmth, but it really shouldn't just move around like that when she's trying to watch it, because it makes it difficult to follow.
His arms are still supporting her, she observes, and so almost thoughtfully she finds control of one hand and lifts it until she's fairly certain the fingers are resting against his arm somewhere near the elbow, then painstakingly begins to follow it up toward his shoulder like a garden path because she's reasonably confident she'll find Alucard at the end of it.]
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[It's also curious, because by virtue of that lift-and-spin move, Sypha has ended up rotated a hundred and eighty degrees from the direction she'd previously been, which is new and interesting and just slightly beyond her to properly appreciate at the moment. The fire used to be one way and now it's the other; she can still track it from its glow and its warmth, but it really shouldn't just move around like that when she's trying to watch it, because it makes it difficult to follow.
His arms are still supporting her, she observes, and so almost thoughtfully she finds control of one hand and lifts it until she's fairly certain the fingers are resting against his arm somewhere near the elbow, then painstakingly begins to follow it up toward his shoulder like a garden path because she's reasonably confident she'll find Alucard at the end of it.]
Are you cold?