[The pain of the strike is practically unbearable--it truly feels as if her nerves have been set aflame and that she feels like she's both in her body and outside of it entirely. She can't move entirely for a good while, and briefly, it feels like she's floating, the world feeling like it's moving slowly, the wind and rain coming down upon her--
And that's about the point she realizes she's not actually floating. Her vision finally unblurs, and the ringing in her ears stops--and she finally registers that Alaric has picked her up. Blanche doesn't dare look at herself; though a good portion of the long, flowing bottom of her nightgown is singed, perhaps miraculously, she didn't get struck anywhere fatal. Alaric can likely feel her move just a bit, once they're in the forest proper.]
Alaric. You're...uninjured, yes?
[The words are perhaps hoarse, but if nothing else, Blanche is still alive. Still alive enough to ask after him, at least.]
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And that's about the point she realizes she's not actually floating. Her vision finally unblurs, and the ringing in her ears stops--and she finally registers that Alaric has picked her up. Blanche doesn't dare look at herself; though a good portion of the long, flowing bottom of her nightgown is singed, perhaps miraculously, she didn't get struck anywhere fatal. Alaric can likely feel her move just a bit, once they're in the forest proper.]
Alaric. You're...uninjured, yes?
[The words are perhaps hoarse, but if nothing else, Blanche is still alive. Still alive enough to ask after him, at least.]