[Fortunately for everyone concerned, perhaps, the magic in jars consists of flame with no fuel; because Sypha's not actively feeding them, they burn out reasonably quickly once they're freed from their stasis in their jars. Most burn out quickly; a few land on the floor and test the wood before leaving scorch marks behind as they die. And for just one, hot glass skitters across the desk and starts to smolder, still carrying enough heat that it might just fan itself back into a flame if left alone long enough.]
M'not letting you go.
[Not when he's her lifeline right now; not when there's still some part of her that knows he needs her too. That's how it's always been, isn't it — even in her worst moments, Sypha will still do everything she can to put her loved ones first.]
Ngh...what can I do...?
[She can help. They'll need her help. She's sure she can help, or so she decides amidst her disorientation.]
no subject
M'not letting you go.
[Not when he's her lifeline right now; not when there's still some part of her that knows he needs her too. That's how it's always been, isn't it — even in her worst moments, Sypha will still do everything she can to put her loved ones first.]
Ngh...what can I do...?
[She can help. They'll need her help. She's sure she can help, or so she decides amidst her disorientation.]