[As the Ascian speaks, Hayame continues to lever herself off the ground, forcing her mostly healed but now unnaturally exhausted limbs to try and bear her weight. Though it obviously is a strain, she does it despite, hauling herself up from her belly to her knees, from her knees to half up, from the half sprawl to a final haul up to all four hooves… and then she’s up, even if she has to lean heavily on the nearby tree and her bloody, tattered clothing hangs off her body.
He might question if she’d been listening properly, but after she pants for breath, her head still heavy and low-]
… So you are no longer the last of your kind.
[Hayame doesn’t say it like a question. Instead, it comes out more like a masochistic request for him to confirm that he has been blessed… while she has not.]
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He might question if she’d been listening properly, but after she pants for breath, her head still heavy and low-]
… So you are no longer the last of your kind.
[Hayame doesn’t say it like a question. Instead, it comes out more like a masochistic request for him to confirm that he has been blessed… while she has not.]