CH 35 — Eisbaer

From her vantage point, the ceiling was an unreachable barrier. She was only a little taller than Vallens, but still much shorter than Saffron. It was the one with range, and the strength to pull it off (or raise the roof, so to speak). She had no hope of touching it without jumping, and that was not worth the risk, not without a concrete plan. The bed was no good, but at least she got a little bounce! The chair and desk were equally useless.

By the end, all Eisbaer had to show for her efforts was a sheen of sweat under her arms. Gross. She would’ve given up entirely, had it not been for her familiars. Forsythe was ruled out because of its limited reach and healing focus, but Trenton didn’t have those issues.