[Hayame has taken more than one person to task since being ripped from her world about comparing jinba to horses, assuming that they might share certain similarities. Even though… they did, on occasion. And one of those occasions was how deadly a broken leg could prove to be. Even if they survived the initial shock… they were often too heavy to survive months of recovery unable to forage, walk, or care for themselves, the weight of their own organs constantly pressing down on each other where they lay in convalescence. And now, in what had essentially become a war zone…
It takes her a moment to even notice Dimitri is approaching, belatedly tensing as if in preparation for attack before it comes back through the pounding pain, the way her own body has begun to betray her by refusing itself the blood and oxygen required to function. Her one eye is unfocused even when she manages to look at his face, doubt written there. Since when had this man been a healer…]
Since when were you a healer… ?
[There is no longer any filter between her mind and mouth, if she ever would have spared him that critique. Despite how ill-advised it was she tried to move, but all it did was make a flush of nauseous pale pass over her skin, hooves twitching uselessly in the rubble. In addition to the leg she is covered with bruises, small scrapes from the rocks, but they are nothing in comparison.]
The cup went flying, somehow… Zenith has the Bell… I could not stop them…
[That’s all that mattered of what happened, at least for now. She had failed. Whether he could take a look or not, she seems to have missed… but it’s not like she’s in any position to stop him.]
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It takes her a moment to even notice Dimitri is approaching, belatedly tensing as if in preparation for attack before it comes back through the pounding pain, the way her own body has begun to betray her by refusing itself the blood and oxygen required to function. Her one eye is unfocused even when she manages to look at his face, doubt written there. Since when had this man been a healer…]
Since when were you a healer… ?
[There is no longer any filter between her mind and mouth, if she ever would have spared him that critique. Despite how ill-advised it was she tried to move, but all it did was make a flush of nauseous pale pass over her skin, hooves twitching uselessly in the rubble. In addition to the leg she is covered with bruises, small scrapes from the rocks, but they are nothing in comparison.]
The cup went flying, somehow… Zenith has the Bell… I could not stop them…
[That’s all that mattered of what happened, at least for now. She had failed. Whether he could take a look or not, she seems to have missed… but it’s not like she’s in any position to stop him.]