[Perhaps Hayame would admire the ethos of his land. All her life she had dedicated her life to the path of the warrior, because that was the only path that might save her from being sold as a mount or a broodmare, but now... Still...
She does not respond in words to what he says to her, even though the praise might normally warrant more than just a grunt. Not because she is insulted or dismissive of it, she was tough, she had to be tough, but to do so right now took... most of her willpower and focus. Once she is up she is up, she removes the bit of weight she had put on him and uses him primarily for balance, but it still takes time to bridge the distance, to pass through the tunnel through the brambles, but once they have...
Hayame slides into a (partly) controlled collapse back to the ground, her eyepatch nearly slipping the entire way down her face in the jerky, heavy process. She catches herself on her palms to at least remain on one belly, not two, but it was shameful nonetheless. Almost as shameful as needing to ask between pants for breath,]
Conceal the... the blood...
[Like some... some weakling hiding in the bushes... But she is hiding in the godsamned bushes, and right now... She is weak. While he was concentrating on healing, he would be weak. And against Zenith, many of whom would shamelessly attack in such circumstances...]
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She does not respond in words to what he says to her, even though the praise might normally warrant more than just a grunt. Not because she is insulted or dismissive of it, she was tough, she had to be tough, but to do so right now took... most of her willpower and focus. Once she is up she is up, she removes the bit of weight she had put on him and uses him primarily for balance, but it still takes time to bridge the distance, to pass through the tunnel through the brambles, but once they have...
Hayame slides into a (partly) controlled collapse back to the ground, her eyepatch nearly slipping the entire way down her face in the jerky, heavy process. She catches herself on her palms to at least remain on one belly, not two, but it was shameful nonetheless. Almost as shameful as needing to ask between pants for breath,]
Conceal the... the blood...
[Like some... some weakling hiding in the bushes... But she is hiding in the godsamned bushes, and right now... She is weak. While he was concentrating on healing, he would be weak. And against Zenith, many of whom would shamelessly attack in such circumstances...]