“Hey, cap,” the fox had just entered the ward and was now sniffing all the corners, looking so confused that he even wanted to feel sorry for the guy. — She smells like Grass. Is she really not that?

Christopher looked thoughtfully at the still gray girl lying in the hospital bed. Her chest slowly heaved under the sheet, and this was the only thing that proved that she was “not that”, but quite alive. Just looking at her, it was hard to believe it.

She remembered how she grabbed the hand of a dead woman at the site of the fire. Interestingly, do absorbers absorb magic and carry it...