[After taking a few generous gasps of air -- has the wind been knocked out of her, or is she just that shocked? -- the Curaga spell washes over her, lifting the pain and mending the open gash. All that remains now is the jarring cold against the exposed skin on her back.
Even so, she doesn't rise to her feet just yet. Her mind is still catching up with what has just transpired. Slowly, she begins to shake her head in disbelief and opens her mouth to say something ... then decides against it.
No. There's no point in defending her decisions. There are no excuses. She was wrong ... she is wrong.
Her head is suddenly heavy with shame ... so she lowers it.]
It wasn't ... an illusion. It wasn't. You were right.
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Even so, she doesn't rise to her feet just yet. Her mind is still catching up with what has just transpired. Slowly, she begins to shake her head in disbelief and opens her mouth to say something ... then decides against it.
No. There's no point in defending her decisions. There are no excuses. She was wrong ... she is wrong.
Her head is suddenly heavy with shame ... so she lowers it.]
It wasn't ... an illusion. It wasn't. You were right.