[Hayame has never understood how so many people can be fine with these magics being used on them. Did they not feel it, that creeping, violating feel of someone else's energy overtaking their bodies? Did they not feel disgust, when their body was forced to do unnatural things like heal the work of weeks and months in seconds? Soil is crushed and kneaded in her white-knuckled hands, her teeth grind audibly...
But the pain eases. The bone regrows, the muscles reknit, the rent flesh closes... and Hayame is left in a heap, but whole.
Whole enough to hit him, this time, when she weakly tries to slap his hand off her shoulder.]
Do not touch me so familiarly- !
[She is grateful for what he did, and she will thank him for it later, yet. Not now, when she was so weak, so vulnerable, disgraced by her injury and the loss of the Bell. Maybe not in general. But she needs..]
Give me... give me a moment...
[She has to rally. They have to... they have to pursue Amos, or find a different Object, but first... Hayame has to remember how to breathe evenly, her body adjusting to the wild swing from shock to stable.]
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But the pain eases. The bone regrows, the muscles reknit, the rent flesh closes... and Hayame is left in a heap, but whole.
Whole enough to hit him, this time, when she weakly tries to slap his hand off her shoulder.]
Do not touch me so familiarly- !
[She is grateful for what he did, and she will thank him for it later, yet. Not now, when she was so weak, so vulnerable, disgraced by her injury and the loss of the Bell. Maybe not in general. But she needs..]
Give me... give me a moment...
[She has to rally. They have to... they have to pursue Amos, or find a different Object, but first... Hayame has to remember how to breathe evenly, her body adjusting to the wild swing from shock to stable.]