When she trailed off, the fear especially spiked very high for the new Primalist to feel. The emotion was as strong, real, and full as when the brunette was describing what it would be like to 'lose' Qatrand. For her to have died drawing away all those lesser Voidlings.
"When you advanced there was a definite chance that you would have tried to latch onto me with your spirit instead of yourself. It would have been like… just like what that Corde thinks. That I am 'making' you just to be bound to me…"
As she spoke, gradually an essence field stretched along a few of the thicker tendrils. It felt different to Qat than before. Simpler in ways, less composed in others due to the additional 'sense'. In the coming days she would need to practice a lot to be confident in it again…
