Masks 2

Wow. The concept of speechlessness had never been more known to Zil than this moment right now. Space outside of the universe? Abyss? Moth? Dimensions? Dinnae? The idea that any of them could ever amount to the Old Heroes? It's a lot. This is all a lot and everything happens so much.

"Oh. Man. That's all super cool, Theraea. I had no idea half of that even existed. You-you probably hear that all the time but it doesn't make it less true or totally overwhelming. Uh." Nimue's passion prompts a bead of sweat down Zil's brow, and she brushes it away with a flutter of her lips. "Okay. Well. First I guess I gotta say we can maybe be as good as them someday? Just to lighten that up, but. Uh. I guess I'm not from Earth either. Though I have no clue where I am from and technically I'm me but also have another alien friend here with me that helps me out." This is a bad explanation. "So, sometimes I'm huge and strong and basically a furnace person. I guess? Lots of fire and explosions and healing hands and warmth and glowing. Tim- uh. Tim is the other alien- he just sorta can be whatever he wants and helps me fly and stuff if I feed him."

Her eyes dart to Nimue. "What do you do? Clearly give rallying speeches that build morale, but any powers or talents?"
Then back to Theraea. "Do you look this cool all the time or can you condense yourself like me into a - like a human shape?"