bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Tears continued stream down her burning cheeks as she curled up around herself, wanting to be small and invisible. Beth was startled by the shirt being draped over and around her; it was still warm, and smelled...pleasant. She glanced up from staring at the dirt for just a second to see what was going on, catching Aurin's eyes for just a second before turning her head away sharply. She felt guilty for failing to behave like a proper member of the Circle, for abusing her powers for such a petty squabble (or perhaps it wasn't petty; she wasn't convinced she had been wrong to defend Constans, although her reaction had been inappropriate). "N-no... It's not all right. Not at all..." Beth managed to choke out, reaching up to brush Aurin's hand away. She didn't feel deserving of any comfort. Wasn't this all her fault? And now Ashya and Constans could get in trouble for nothing, too...
She pulled the shirt closer to her body, still shuddering from the lingering effects of the spell, as well as from exhaustion and sobbing. The mage tried to calm herself down and explain what had happened, slowing her ragged breaths. "I shouldn't have-- It was a mistake-- I was just trying to--" Beth tried to answer, but was too distressed to form a coherent sentence. Thinking about what had happened only made it worse. Her voice was barely a squeak as she said quietly, "I'm sorry..." With that, she began her slightly hysterical crying all over again.