Magnus glances at Galahad. "I don't have asthma anymore," he says. "Perks of being an einherji. But I can still remember it, like, viscerally, and it..."
He looks out across the lake as they come up to it. "I still don't like things that remind me of it. The panic, too, still... Yeah. Sometimes. I still don't like crowds. Or wolves. Or things that remind me of the feeling of an asthma attack, like... I don't like to be touched?" He remembers holding Galahad's hand, though, and how nice it felt. "Except with specific people. You're okay. You're safe, like Alex or my mom. But with other people... I mean, now I have all these weird powers, so sometimes I'll accidentally blast out a Peace of Frey if things get too intense. That was the thing I did when I disarmed you when we were sparring, but then it was because I was getting tired, not because I was overwhelmed."
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He looks out across the lake as they come up to it. "I still don't like things that remind me of it. The panic, too, still... Yeah. Sometimes. I still don't like crowds. Or wolves. Or things that remind me of the feeling of an asthma attack, like... I don't like to be touched?" He remembers holding Galahad's hand, though, and how nice it felt. "Except with specific people. You're okay. You're safe, like Alex or my mom. But with other people... I mean, now I have all these weird powers, so sometimes I'll accidentally blast out a Peace of Frey if things get too intense. That was the thing I did when I disarmed you when we were sparring, but then it was because I was getting tired, not because I was overwhelmed."