Finn facepalmed. "Oh right… I forgot you don't know what any of those words mean."
Seraphina tilted her head. "What does cracked mean?"
"It means super strong. OP. Busted. Never mind. Look—are your abilities actually good? Like, what exactly do they do?"
Finn wasn't just making conversation to kill time—he wanted to know if his future queen-slash-party member was actually worth the emotional investment. And also, you know, to ease the tension. Maybe. A little.
"W-Well… what would you like me to start with?" she asked, brushing some goo off her sleeve.
Finn leapt over a small slime-filled pit and turned, offering her a hand. She grabbed it, and with his help, stepped over safely. Once she was across, he asked:
"Alright, what does your Divine Protect do?"
"Oh! It protects anyone I cast it on. Makes them resistant to spells, poison, curses… stuff like that. I can even summon a full barrier sometimes—if I have enough mana."
She paused.
