[She's not sure that he deserves the respite, but Maya is Maya, and Erika breaks away at her request. Her glare is still ice.
....No wait actually there's one last thing she wants to do, the teacher's about to swoop on them, gotta make this count. Erika straightens up, breathes out, appears to calm herself, steps forward again, and emanates a bunch of butterflies that swiftly and harmlessly mob Hungryman's face and stuff themselves down the back of his shirt.
While that's going on, she quick-glances down the hall again, weighs the odds, grabs Maya's hand, and tosses out a Fog Cloud. The billowing mist pours down the hall and almost muffles the sound of Hungryman's tears.]
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....No wait actually there's one last thing she wants to do, the teacher's about to swoop on them, gotta make this count. Erika straightens up, breathes out, appears to calm herself, steps forward again, and emanates a bunch of butterflies that swiftly and harmlessly mob Hungryman's face and stuff themselves down the back of his shirt.
While that's going on, she quick-glances down the hall again, weighs the odds, grabs Maya's hand, and tosses out a Fog Cloud. The billowing mist pours down the hall and almost muffles the sound of Hungryman's tears.]
Quick. [Let's blow this popsicle stand.]