[Yuri approaches closer, he finally enters her limited and blurring field of vision... but Hayame doesn't move. She just lays there, still pressing the wet cloak to her wound... until the magic begins to worm its way into her body.
She 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? Finally she does move... but only to grind her teeth and jerk her equine legs in tight to her belly, fighting with her own discomfort with magic against the knowledge that she needed it, that without it... she would be useless for the rest of this Oracle fight.
And the Iconoclast Oracle had taught her she would never be able to rely on the rest of Meridian to get the job done.
But her mind is still glazed by the pain even as it begins to ease, the spell buffering her organs from shock and lost blood, reknitting flesh and torn muscle...]
My birthday...
["Someone". She'd said the name, right?, as shameful as it was to admit, so thinking he'd already heard it she... weakly rubs her face into the dirt, blood dribbling from her lip and down her chin. Not new blood, at least. It had already been in her mouth. The birthday advice...]
How foolish... blowing out candles... so inauspicious for... celebrating age...
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She 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? Finally she does move... but only to grind her teeth and jerk her equine legs in tight to her belly, fighting with her own discomfort with magic against the knowledge that she needed it, that without it... she would be useless for the rest of this Oracle fight.
And the Iconoclast Oracle had taught her she would never be able to rely on the rest of Meridian to get the job done.
But her mind is still glazed by the pain even as it begins to ease, the spell buffering her organs from shock and lost blood, reknitting flesh and torn muscle...]
My birthday...
["Someone". She'd said the name, right?, as shameful as it was to admit, so thinking he'd already heard it she... weakly rubs her face into the dirt, blood dribbling from her lip and down her chin. Not new blood, at least. It had already been in her mouth. The birthday advice...]
How foolish... blowing out candles... so inauspicious for... celebrating age...