[Arles is keeping back, out of their light, his eyes narrow and glinting and following the ones that stray closer to her. It's when she flinches that he acts, his cape whipping to disperse them.
It's when he catches a faint whiff of singing cloth that he growls, realising. His cape isn't on fire but if they're not careful it will be soon enough.]
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It's when he catches a faint whiff of singing cloth that he growls, realising. His cape isn't on fire but if they're not careful it will be soon enough.]
Over here. Did they burn you?