[Hayame lets out a low breath that is maybe supposed to be a scoff.]
My stable was overtaken by the roots two days ago. There is nothing left to fall upon me.
[Though she might have refused the offer as pity, in different circumstances... Claude was an ally. ... And she was thirsty. Hayame takes the flask with a small nod, her motion stiff.]
- Not that I know of. The rest have been taken to healers.
[There's something wrong with her fingers. Trying to unscrew the lid of the flask takes too much effort. But she gets it done with only a single audible grunt of frustration, refusing to think of what it might mean.
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My stable was overtaken by the roots two days ago. There is nothing left to fall upon me.
[Though she might have refused the offer as pity, in different circumstances... Claude was an ally. ... And she was thirsty. Hayame takes the flask with a small nod, her motion stiff.]
- Not that I know of. The rest have been taken to healers.
[There's something wrong with her fingers. Trying to unscrew the lid of the flask takes too much effort. But she gets it done with only a single audible grunt of frustration, refusing to think of what it might mean.
She takes a drink instead.]