[She breathes raggedly between bared teeth as she watches him, her face reflecting pure disgust—but she doesn't come after him. She's wasted enough energy on him already, and she has no more words left for him either.
Slowly, she lowers her wings, folding them across her back, and when she stands again and staggers toward the door, still reeling with fury and sickness, this time she makes it out. A few Faerie rings (circles of white poppies and mushrooms than sprout only briefly from the floorboards before disappearing again), and she's gone, evaporating into pale light.]
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Slowly, she lowers her wings, folding them across her back, and when she stands again and staggers toward the door, still reeling with fury and sickness, this time she makes it out. A few Faerie rings (circles of white poppies and mushrooms than sprout only briefly from the floorboards before disappearing again), and she's gone, evaporating into pale light.]