Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20190301031003/@comment-4598697-20190306013354

"Yeah," said Candido, "but not all of us are magic. My dad's leg isn't magically going to heal."

Lelio, who had calmed down, walked over.

"Candido's right," he said. "You may have not felt it, but we did. Not the flames, but the trauma of fleeing school during a fire."

(This is a bit OT, but I'm going to close this RP on Friday. That's because then I'll be posting a follow-up RP that takes place a few days later.)