[Her reactions, as usual, are easy to read for someone paying any sort of attention. It's been months and months since she was the unflappably cold, steely faced warrior she'd been in her own world, completely confident in her knowledge of an role in the world. Since then... her emotions had become harder to hide, harder to suppress. She looks... Well, her lips are pursed slightly in attempt to prevent a smile or a frown, her cheeks still ruddy, her brows still furrowed.
Her hands were steady, though, and that is what mattered.]
You have mastered galloping?
[... She had never considered... if it was still properly to be called "galloping" when it was deer and not horses. It is stupid to do it now, as her fingers carefully smooth the dew along the edges of the wound and gently inspect it for signs of infection. No... As he'd said, it seemed set to heal cleanly... So she takes up the makeshift bandaging he'd assembled, beginning to set it against his chest.
Though there was the Oracle to deal with, though she felt bound to Meridian's goals... She feels torn, also, over the idea of not... watching him, now. Being beside him now.]
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Her hands were steady, though, and that is what mattered.]
You have mastered galloping?
[... She had never considered... if it was still properly to be called "galloping" when it was deer and not horses. It is stupid to do it now, as her fingers carefully smooth the dew along the edges of the wound and gently inspect it for signs of infection. No... As he'd said, it seemed set to heal cleanly... So she takes up the makeshift bandaging he'd assembled, beginning to set it against his chest.
Though there was the Oracle to deal with, though she felt bound to Meridian's goals... She feels torn, also, over the idea of not... watching him, now. Being beside him now.]
I will require a demonstration.