[ He interprets her relief as a lack of trust, but shrugs emphatically at the statement, visibly unaffected. He shakes his head to dislodge the last of the sand, making the bones and pale driftwood in his arm click together. ]
Takes more than a little sand to stop me.
[ He kneels to drop the bones, creating a small pile at her feet. His head is bowed while he works on making the flame catch, the cocky swagger dimmed by focus. Eventually, enough sparks appear, and the soft orange glow of the newborn fire illuminates the space between them. ]
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Takes more than a little sand to stop me.
[ He kneels to drop the bones, creating a small pile at her feet. His head is bowed while he works on making the flame catch, the cocky swagger dimmed by focus. Eventually, enough sparks appear, and the soft orange glow of the newborn fire illuminates the space between them. ]
Ha! Got it. See?
[ He puffs up, visibly pleased with himself. ]