Nyx's mind: ฅᨐฅ'Another ability. Some sort of storage. Materialization. What else can she do? How many powers does one blessed one have?'ฅᨐฅ
'Oh great. He's suspicious. They're ALL suspicious. This is bad. This is very bad.'
[Technically, you could just tell them the truth about the storage system. It's a legitimate blessed one ability in this world. Well, sort of. Ish.]
'ISH?!'
[Okay, fine, it's a transmigrator system feature masquerading as a blessed one ability. But they don't know that! Just roll with it, Fur!]
"Storage," Faelyn said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Blessed one thing. I can store items. Retrieve them when needed."
[See? Not so hard. Though your voice cracked a little on 'needed.' Might want to work on that.]
'I WILL WORK ON MURDERING YOU!'
[Empty threats. You love me. Admit it.]
'I DESPISE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!'
[Aww, Fur's got sass. I knew I liked you.]
"Items that appear from nowhere," Nyx clarified, still staring at the satchel.
