[ The tip of her spear plunges deeper, the pressure drawing out rivulets of blood, and Rosaria watches impassively, waiting for the light to dim from Childe's pupils. She doesn't pluck her spear out until he's stopped moving and spasming, and even then, she still crouches down and checks his pulse ––no response.
Good.
The spear fades from her grip, and she waits until Childe dissipates completely, leaving his shard behind. Without the flesh, bone, and tissue surrounding it, it appears rather fragile, as though she could easily grind it to powder beneath her boot. Temptation wills her to, for a moment, if only to be rid of the Fatui-thorn in her ass, but she is a woman of her word. She also knows that Childe is someone of import to those she's actually fond of, and she'd rather not tset their ire, given how few bonds she has left in this world.
With a tired sigh, she ends up picking the shard up instead and reaching out to Zhongli via communion while hoping he's in a good enough state of mind to reply:
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Good.
The spear fades from her grip, and she waits until Childe dissipates completely, leaving his shard behind. Without the flesh, bone, and tissue surrounding it, it appears rather fragile, as though she could easily grind it to powder beneath her boot. Temptation wills her to, for a moment, if only to be rid of the Fatui-thorn in her ass, but she is a woman of her word. She also knows that Childe is someone of import to those she's actually fond of, and she'd rather not tset their ire, given how few bonds she has left in this world.
With a tired sigh, she ends up picking the shard up instead and reaching out to Zhongli via communion while hoping he's in a good enough state of mind to reply:
Come get Childe. He'll need to be re-planted. ]