[Seeing no weapon in a man's hand would be reassuring to her... If this were her world, or one even remotely like it. But if there is one thing Hayame has learned since she had been ripped from the only place that made sense to her... It's that just because she didn't see a blade didn't mean her enemies weren't capable of some strange magic or foul influence on her mind.]
Here.
[Is she weakened by her repeated ordeal in the dryad's lair of tests, or is she always this articulate? He was wise enough to give her space, at least, she is taking a bit longer than some two-legged victims to get her back legs to regain feeling. Her hip slumps suddenly and her flank knocks up against the wall of roots, where she stays for a moment and tries to disguise it as a choice and not clumsy weakness.
She'd already killed one man today, and even if it apparently hadn't been real...]
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Here.
[Is she weakened by her repeated ordeal in the dryad's lair of tests, or is she always this articulate? He was wise enough to give her space, at least, she is taking a bit longer than some two-legged victims to get her back legs to regain feeling. Her hip slumps suddenly and her flank knocks up against the wall of roots, where she stays for a moment and tries to disguise it as a choice and not clumsy weakness.
She'd already killed one man today, and even if it apparently hadn't been real...]
What are you to this place?
[What was real, then?]