[She cannot apologize for kicking him. Even if she wanted to, all of her effort was being directed towards not crying out and disgracing herself before this man. She knew, despite her own distance from him and her doubts over his reliability after that strange Communion post, that he was pledged to Set in some way, and she certainly would not show weakness before someone like that-
But then he starts to set her leg.
His warning had given her time to grope about for something to bite, but they had arrived in this place with nothing on their person but their clothing and a single weapon, and if she put her naginata haft between her teeth she would crack them with the force of her bite. There is nothing... and then she is screaming, her fingers digging back into the earth in an attempt to control her bodily reactions and let him move her broken limb. To do what he intends he has to extend the leg to try and coax the broken shards of bone back beneath her skin and torn muscles, he must bend it back closer to her body to align the femur back into vague place, and Hayame-
She won't throw up. She won't. Only because she has nothing in her first stomach anymore, but she won't. Her skin is white as a sheet, her upper spine dips and curves in harsh, shuddering waves as she bears the pain of the bone setting while crying out, but once he has the bones in approximate position again... her upper half slumps into a sweaty heap between her twitching forelegs, her vision swimming on the edges. The pain suddenly begins to dull along with the creeping, invasive feeling of someone else's magic entering her body...
But she still cannot muster words, panting heavy and uneven into the dirt.]
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But then he starts to set her leg.
His warning had given her time to grope about for something to bite, but they had arrived in this place with nothing on their person but their clothing and a single weapon, and if she put her naginata haft between her teeth she would crack them with the force of her bite. There is nothing... and then she is screaming, her fingers digging back into the earth in an attempt to control her bodily reactions and let him move her broken limb. To do what he intends he has to extend the leg to try and coax the broken shards of bone back beneath her skin and torn muscles, he must bend it back closer to her body to align the femur back into vague place, and Hayame-
She won't throw up. She won't. Only because she has nothing in her first stomach anymore, but she won't. Her skin is white as a sheet, her upper spine dips and curves in harsh, shuddering waves as she bears the pain of the bone setting while crying out, but once he has the bones in approximate position again... her upper half slumps into a sweaty heap between her twitching forelegs, her vision swimming on the edges. The pain suddenly begins to dull along with the creeping, invasive feeling of someone else's magic entering her body...
But she still cannot muster words, panting heavy and uneven into the dirt.]