[ There's a lick of heat left behind on Tharja's fingers as she draws back. Fascinating... What on earth is crawling under this woman's skin? They truly have each other's attention. ]

I wouldn't normally, either. Unless I really was trying to pull it right off. [ Pig snouts are useful in some brews. ] But I was beholden to the dice.

[ Speaking of attention: Arlecchino's odd claw has not escaped Tharja's. Before, it would have been easy to write off as manakete transformation but now that she has felt the pressure of the other woman's power... it's as fascinating as the rest of her. It's almost as if that fire burning inside of her has burnt all the way through her skin there, leaving nothing but charred remains. ]

Your roll.

[ Maybe she'll give her a better look at it. ]