[Hayame has the dubious "pleasure" of being one of the last woken from the clutches of the tree. That, and the fact that removing the roots from a very long jinba spine had left her temporarily twitching and half-paralyzed on the mossy floor spares the man who introduces himself as Cyrus from an immediate interrogation. He can finish his work. But once she's up, once she's ascertained with a confused press of her hand to the side of her head that what she'd thought she'd sacrificed wasn't even gone...
Her hooves sink slightly into the plush moss and roots as she struggles up, a dark eye and an empty socket where an eye should be locked onto their rescuer.]
You-
[Despite having seemingly been "saved" from their fate by this man, Hayame locks on to him as if he were a potential enemy instead, pointing accusingly in his direction, yet unswayed by the easy smile and warmth radiating off him. (The only smile she wanted to see was already-)]
cw: eye stuff
Her hooves sink slightly into the plush moss and roots as she struggles up, a dark eye and an empty socket where an eye should be locked onto their rescuer.]
You-
[Despite having seemingly been "saved" from their fate by this man, Hayame locks on to him as if he were a potential enemy instead, pointing accusingly in his direction, yet unswayed by the easy smile and warmth radiating off him. (The only smile she wanted to see was already-)]
What are you?