[Ororo blinks, more than a little startled. Weather, of course, cannot be truly suppressed at all. She could still feel the weather, hear its whisper... But somehow she felt the control of it slipping from her very being.
It was jarring, not to have sole grasp over the elements. She felt a little lost.]
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It was jarring, not to have sole grasp over the elements. She felt a little lost.]
... Ah. That's very kind of you, to offer.