The problem of course being… that Hayame doesn’t understand physics. Not in those terms. Of course, she understands their effects well. She knows how her arrows fly through the air and what can affect them… she knows that once her large body has been thrown into motion there is very little that can stop it without gradual reductions or consequence… But the vocabulary to discuss it so scholarly-seeming (to her) like Amos does then…
Hayame can’t help but let out a shuddering, pent-up breath through her nose as the weight- no, gravity? exerted on her broken leg eases, then has to suck it back in and grit her teeth to keep what might have been a cry to a series of low, begrudged whimpers as getting to her feet, assisted by the partial weightlessness, moves the limb from sprawled out broken at an angle to hanging downwards. It’s still half curled and slowly weeping blood from where the bone punches through her dun hide, occasionally seizing despite her intent to keep it still, but. Better, that’s better-
As weak as she feels, Amos’ expression remains free of disgust or judgement, and that allows Hayame just enough leeway to move, to clutch at his hands and shoulders to rise, pausing halfway to press her forehead into his collarbone and pant in short, pained breaths against his chest before she gathers her strength and manages the rest of it.
She’s up. She’s not going to die on her belly in the dirt. If she doesn’t say something the only thing will be silence and the proof of her weakness-]
How… how do you all live in so inhospitable a place… ?
[She doesn’t need to ask “why”. It’s the same reason the few free jinba left in the province gathered on the dangerous, frozen slopes of Mt. Tsurugi.
To escape. Right?
Even if she thinks the answer he gives might be too technical for her again, she still asks, inviting him to fill the air with his voice. To mask any sounds of strain as she transfers her hold to a more tenable one for movement, grasping his arm and shoulder with her weight heavy but actually manageable for a strong human as long as his magic was active. Like this… she can take slow steps on three legs… and begin to accompany him to where they might should begin digging.]
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The problem of course being… that Hayame doesn’t understand physics. Not in those terms. Of course, she understands their effects well. She knows how her arrows fly through the air and what can affect them… she knows that once her large body has been thrown into motion there is very little that can stop it without gradual reductions or consequence… But the vocabulary to discuss it so scholarly-seeming (to her) like Amos does then…
Hayame can’t help but let out a shuddering, pent-up breath through her nose as the weight- no, gravity? exerted on her broken leg eases, then has to suck it back in and grit her teeth to keep what might have been a cry to a series of low, begrudged whimpers as getting to her feet, assisted by the partial weightlessness, moves the limb from sprawled out broken at an angle to hanging downwards. It’s still half curled and slowly weeping blood from where the bone punches through her dun hide, occasionally seizing despite her intent to keep it still, but. Better, that’s better-
As weak as she feels, Amos’ expression remains free of disgust or judgement, and that allows Hayame just enough leeway to move, to clutch at his hands and shoulders to rise, pausing halfway to press her forehead into his collarbone and pant in short, pained breaths against his chest before she gathers her strength and manages the rest of it.
She’s up. She’s not going to die on her belly in the dirt. If she doesn’t say something the only thing will be silence and the proof of her weakness-]
How… how do you all live in so inhospitable a place… ?
[She doesn’t need to ask “why”. It’s the same reason the few free jinba left in the province gathered on the dangerous, frozen slopes of Mt. Tsurugi.
To escape. Right?
Even if she thinks the answer he gives might be too technical for her again, she still asks, inviting him to fill the air with his voice. To mask any sounds of strain as she transfers her hold to a more tenable one for movement, grasping his arm and shoulder with her weight heavy but actually manageable for a strong human as long as his magic was active. Like this… she can take slow steps on three legs… and begin to accompany him to where they might should begin digging.]