[ He nods. Moving his tongue to speak still feels unnatural. Painful, too, though that's not the problem. More- it just seems wrong, like something he shouldn't be allowed to be capable of doing.
Sypha makes short work of the iron. What doesn't have obvious fastenings she gives a soft, apologetic warning before freezing and then heating in quick succession until they break away. If Trevor recognises the sensation of the metal on him being heated, he doesn't seem to give any indication.
With all the chains removed, she flicks her hand. The fire in the pit burns blue, then pure white, rendering the entire cave so uncomfortably hot that the edges of her robes and the furs start to catch from just the heat of the air. She indicates to Alucard to toss the metal into it. Nullify the iron with heat, so that it's no longer cold-forged.
The heat lasts for as long as she can maintain it without burning any of them too badly with their proximity to it and then the fire is gone. Just a smoldering, stinking lump of metal in the fire pit. The heat passes, a blessedly cold wind coming in through the entrance of the cave with the first light of the sun. Trevor's hand falls onto hers, moving over it uncertainly, as if he's forgotten how one is meant to hold hands. His other hand reaches out to Alucard. ]
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Sypha makes short work of the iron. What doesn't have obvious fastenings she gives a soft, apologetic warning before freezing and then heating in quick succession until they break away. If Trevor recognises the sensation of the metal on him being heated, he doesn't seem to give any indication.
With all the chains removed, she flicks her hand. The fire in the pit burns blue, then pure white, rendering the entire cave so uncomfortably hot that the edges of her robes and the furs start to catch from just the heat of the air. She indicates to Alucard to toss the metal into it. Nullify the iron with heat, so that it's no longer cold-forged.
The heat lasts for as long as she can maintain it without burning any of them too badly with their proximity to it and then the fire is gone. Just a smoldering, stinking lump of metal in the fire pit. The heat passes, a blessedly cold wind coming in through the entrance of the cave with the first light of the sun. Trevor's hand falls onto hers, moving over it uncertainly, as if he's forgotten how one is meant to hold hands. His other hand reaches out to Alucard. ]