[The worst of the pain is fading away, and in its wake is just the lingering fog of shock and bloodloss. A far better state than actively bleeding out... but still not one Hayame ever wanted to be seen in. For now, he is spared her ire because for ire one requires awareness, and until then...
His voice is gentle. His touch is soothing. Her initial rejection of his magic has waned in the face of her body's desperate need for it. Her wounds are closing, without even leaving scars. Her eyepatch is back properly on her face. Both sets of lungs are inhaling slower and more evenly, both hearts pounding less harshly.
It's almost tempting to let herself lapse into unconsciousness right there in the dirt. It was comfortable enough... she's slept on harder surfaces...
What did she make... ?]
I used... an arrow...
[Her quiver has been bloodied by her wounds, but the arrows were still there. Most of them were the same, made with a purple plumage from a bird that frequented Alenroux's fields, but just a few are of a finer make, fletched with strong, large sea eagle feathers.]
One of the arrows... my brother made for me...
[Something that meant much to her, that hailed from her world, and yet... something that a warrior could work with. Even she could remove an arrowhead and string it as a pendant on a sinew string.]
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His voice is gentle. His touch is soothing. Her initial rejection of his magic has waned in the face of her body's desperate need for it. Her wounds are closing, without even leaving scars. Her eyepatch is back properly on her face. Both sets of lungs are inhaling slower and more evenly, both hearts pounding less harshly.
It's almost tempting to let herself lapse into unconsciousness right there in the dirt. It was comfortable enough... she's slept on harder surfaces...
What did she make... ?]
I used... an arrow...
[Her quiver has been bloodied by her wounds, but the arrows were still there. Most of them were the same, made with a purple plumage from a bird that frequented Alenroux's fields, but just a few are of a finer make, fletched with strong, large sea eagle feathers.]
One of the arrows... my brother made for me...
[Something that meant much to her, that hailed from her world, and yet... something that a warrior could work with. Even she could remove an arrowhead and string it as a pendant on a sinew string.]