This is Me

[Raffe]

When Nox let go of his hand, and after shaking Li’s in greeting, Raffe shoved both his hands in his pockets. The sense of menace swelled, and the more he watched Nox’s movements the more he thought he saw an essence of something weaving like little glitters of light in the air. It was difficult not to simply let himself be distracted, though. He’d seen Nox dance before. It didn’t make it any less mesmerising, even with the stalls while he acclimatised to his new limb.

“I’m a channeler,” he said to Li. He grinned, a little sheepish. “Apparently. Can’t do it though, not on purpose. I’ve been Sick at least once. And I’d rather not die. He might kill me if I do.” He laughed, though with the gurgle of his ruined throat and the bag of nerves jumbling around in his stomach, it probably sounded a little strained. Nox would probably be the first to admit to being a presumptuous asshole, but Raffe didn’t find it so. Most likely he wondered if Raffe might forget to mention the learning to channel part of Raffe coming along if he didn’t sneak it in first. And he might not have been wrong.

“I just want to be safe. That’s it.”