[ No, he remembers this. The spell that had stopped him last time, when he less vulnerable, when he hadn't voluntarily put himself at Koltira's mercy—no. His eyes widen with the first real fear, and he struggles for as long as he's able. It isn't long, as it turns out. Soon it feels as if he can't even shiver.
He's shut his eyes again, and forces himself to test desperately at the limits of the spell nearly constantly. It can't last. None of this can last. The spell hadn't been permanent last time, and soon Ashraf will be able to move again—Koltira can't do that much damage in the meantime, surely.
So he settles to wait for the pain to begin again, ignoring everything from the thumb in his mouth to the icy chains over his body. Testing. Waiting. ]
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He's shut his eyes again, and forces himself to test desperately at the limits of the spell nearly constantly. It can't last. None of this can last. The spell hadn't been permanent last time, and soon Ashraf will be able to move again—Koltira can't do that much damage in the meantime, surely.
So he settles to wait for the pain to begin again, ignoring everything from the thumb in his mouth to the icy chains over his body. Testing. Waiting. ]