So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

[contraltoflute]

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

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[contraltoflute]

...because of what he did.

My eye is the least of it. I suppose that... at least with all of this, it's my decision whether people see how weak I am now.

...well, so long as I don't have to perform some sort of task that requires depth perception.