On the bed, Sunni could finally relax and let go, letting some of the tension drain out of her. Haven didn't think her mad. That in and of itself was a relief, and she let her eyes drift shut and closed her mouth so as not to interrupt him while he muttered strange words and traced designs she couldn't see over her skin. Sunni may not have known much about magic, but that was just the thing--she didn't know a thing about magic so she didn't want to risk distracting him at a bad time and having the spell backfire and, like...turn her into a fish or something.
Other than that disquieting thought, she felt perfectly safe.
When he suddenly stopped and spoke, Sunni nodded--then remembered he was blind. "Oh, okay. Thank you."
While Haven was out of the room, Sunni tried to get out of her breeches but it didn't go over well. Her every move burned like fire, taking her breath away, but she tried to push past the pain and be strong. She could do this. Haha, she was a pro at taking off her clothes, that was for certain. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek and held her breath and managed to shove the pants down past her hips and partway down her legs, but then they got stuck. Taking another deep breath and biting down harder, she tried to work them down further--and wound up in tears, clamping a hand over her mouth and biting down on her finger before she could start screaming in pain.
The fire had melted her flesh, and her burnt clothes were sticking to it.
She heard Haven return before she saw him and she shifted awkwardly. "Ah...I think I'm gonna need help...sorry," she murmured, trying to keep the pain out of her voice. "My breeches, they're...they're stuck."
Hazel started. "What? I said no such--"
Crack! Hazel winced at the sound of splintering wood--Oooh, the boss isn't going happy about this!--and before he knew it that animal was filling his vision, its head dangerously close and all those sharp teeth gleaming in the light. For a second, Hazel stared at it coolly, mind not yet caught up on what was going on. Then it hissed, and with a surprised cry Hazel fell back against the pantry door, nearly losing his glasses in the process. They fell askew and, shakily, he reached up with his free hand to fix them so he could see again.
So. This was how it was gonna be, huh...?
He glanced down at his cleaver, then at the dragon, then barked a nervous laugh and set it down on a nearby counter. "Well, heh, when you put it that way...I mean, your feathered friend there makes a pretty convincing argument," he said with a forced grin, holding up his hands in surrender. "You should've just said so earlier. Alright, alright. Don't be so antsy. I'll get you your sugar. I suppose we can spare a bit."
He reached behind him and opened the pantry, then chanced taking his eyes off the duo so he could turn and root around. Soon he popped back up with a package of sugar and, watching the dragon the whole time, he stepped forward and held it out to Dis.
"This was expensive..." he sighed, none too thrilled. But they'd already lost a door and a doorway over sugar and he certainly didn't want to lose more.