Dull eyes looked over the tall, muscular 'blonde'. Though it looked a little more *brunette* due to what had happened. Every other strand alternated between yellow and black.
'Stop wanting to count them and verify she loves you at least one more, stop wanting-'
The heiress dropped from the building and landed on the ground with little impact. She then turned and held her arms out as if she would catch the other when they did the same. Qatrand glanced at that offer momentarily, seeing the mirror in one hand, before sheathing her weapon and landing close.
Not in her arms, but gripping at her free hand's wrist to help steady herself. She saw the 'blood' of the Voidlings get transferred… and dirty her clean, cute, complicated wife. Tired eyes still narrowed and tried to pull away.
