[ Despite his expertise, Yuri had nevertheless worked hastily. No one could find Hayame's path without a bloodhound, he's certain of this, but it was impossible to simply go through the motions when clearing that trail is a stark reminder of how much blood Hayame must have lost. How much she may yet be losing.
By the time he returns, the signs that Hayame has suffered in his absence are clear. He's quick to kneel beside her, eyebrows pinched together as he tries to make sense of her words — dissipate — but the broken framework around it is clue enough. A healing spell flickers to life in his palm and he reaches toward the worst of the wounds he sees.
If only their supplies had joined them in this strange venture. He'd have that water from Byleth then. Yet the reality of their circumstances is what it is; all he can do is work quickly. ]
Your birthday-someone, right? [ His voice is soft, focus bent on pouring as much as he can into hauling her back from this precipice she's wavering on. He's done it before. The battlefield is an ugly, brutal place, but Hayame is built differently from his people. Is her body much like a horse's in its workings? If only Marianne were here. ] You'll tell them yourself... I'll see that you do.
[ Whether he's discerned who that person is, who can say? But his determination rings true, and he feels she needs someone to believe that she can pull through this, when it's clear that she can't tell herself it will be so. Pale as she is, it's no wonder. ]
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By the time he returns, the signs that Hayame has suffered in his absence are clear. He's quick to kneel beside her, eyebrows pinched together as he tries to make sense of her words — dissipate — but the broken framework around it is clue enough. A healing spell flickers to life in his palm and he reaches toward the worst of the wounds he sees.
If only their supplies had joined them in this strange venture. He'd have that water from Byleth then. Yet the reality of their circumstances is what it is; all he can do is work quickly. ]
Your birthday-someone, right? [ His voice is soft, focus bent on pouring as much as he can into hauling her back from this precipice she's wavering on. He's done it before. The battlefield is an ugly, brutal place, but Hayame is built differently from his people. Is her body much like a horse's in its workings? If only Marianne were here. ] You'll tell them yourself... I'll see that you do.
[ Whether he's discerned who that person is, who can say? But his determination rings true, and he feels she needs someone to believe that she can pull through this, when it's clear that she can't tell herself it will be so. Pale as she is, it's no wonder. ]