[Hayame had learned very early in life that being sentient wouldn't stop anyone from putting a jinba down as if they were nothing more than a horse. That being sentient wouldn't stop humans from butchering jinba like livestock and stripping their equine halves for meat if a winter was harsh, from breeding them or fucking them or using them as weapons in war.
People said it was different in Kenos. But she had always striven to never let herself be so weak as to need to put it to the test. Now...
She tries to mask the pain as much as she can when she looks up at him, though there is no denying how pale she is, the cold sweat that is beginning to break out on her skin, the way her back leg trembles and twitches. How--]
Just... use that weight magic a little.
[As much as she hates magic being used around her, on her... Hayame makes a vague gesture towards her lower half, where she needs the support but most men could not be counted on to have the raw strength or grip to handle the equine physique. For humans, it was easier to...]
And... then help me like a human.
[If she wasn't struggling so much to ignore the shock, she might flush or blush in shame and embarrassment for how weak the movement she makes is, what she's asking for. But she's not capable of it right now, and so instead...
She holds up her arms in request to be held and helped up. Once she was on all four (no, three) legs again... if she could just lean part of her weight on him, on his arm, or over a shoulder...]
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People said it was different in Kenos. But she had always striven to never let herself be so weak as to need to put it to the test. Now...
She tries to mask the pain as much as she can when she looks up at him, though there is no denying how pale she is, the cold sweat that is beginning to break out on her skin, the way her back leg trembles and twitches. How--]
Just... use that weight magic a little.
[As much as she hates magic being used around her, on her... Hayame makes a vague gesture towards her lower half, where she needs the support but most men could not be counted on to have the raw strength or grip to handle the equine physique. For humans, it was easier to...]
And... then help me like a human.
[If she wasn't struggling so much to ignore the shock, she might flush or blush in shame and embarrassment for how weak the movement she makes is, what she's asking for. But she's not capable of it right now, and so instead...
She holds up her arms in request to be held and helped up. Once she was on all four (no, three) legs again... if she could just lean part of her weight on him, on his arm, or over a shoulder...]