[Liem is not wrong. Hayame knows he isn't. They might have Zenites on their tails, this wasn't a particularly defensible position, but... it just came out, both her sick and her shock, her usual fine control and iron clamp on her emotions disrupted by Fear and finding out a man she has known over a year has been drinking blood behind her back the entire time. (Isn't that what that meant?) She can't stop herself easily now that she'd begun, the scent of vomit and blood is still pricking in the back of her nose, and the salt now in the air, she can't...
She can't let him see her cry. She can't cry, never mind that she already almost had before she'd shredded Amos' spell, the helplessness and the humiliation threatening to overwhelm her. Despite all she's said to him and accused him of, Liem takes her hands, gentle and careful with her injury, but the second his fingers close and it feels like holding-]
Don't touch me-
[Hayame jerks away from him as if burned, even if it hurts. She looks like she's going to be sick again, the hand she could easily move flying to her mouth to try and stop it, heaving into a gag that she swallows once, twice, three times before the reaction settles back down. Was she that disgusted with the monster that had taken the place of a friend in her eyes? (... But if it was something born of pure disgust with what he was, if it was not wanting a blood-sucking creature to lay hands on her, then surely it would come out angrier, with more snarl and bite? Instead, it is almost like begging, pleading in a shameful whimper the words she hadn't been able to get out in the vision Amos had forced into her head because the bit had filled her mouth.)
She can't let him see her pale with the potent mix of fear and instinctive disgust either. Hayame turns away from him with her whole body, still pressing her hand over her mouth so tightly that she nearly cut her own palm on a tooth. She's quaking, though it's difficult to tell if it's because she's afraid (and of what?) or trying not to lose to nausea. Blood, being bound, Liem drinking blood, forelegs scrabbling on her withers-
But it's not the time or place. It's not, it's not, she can't let Meridian fail again, she won't be able to stand it, they had to get the Wing back, she couldn't allow it to be lost again because she can't hold it together. She bites into her lip so hard that she nearly draws blood herself, focusing, locking it all back down until she can whisper harshly through her fingers.]
- Do it.
[She forces herself to be still, to let her dislocated shoulder just hang from her body, bruising and swelling already appearing on her skin as she turns her face away to try and keep hiding it.]
Just do it, then-
[As if somehow defeated, she forces herself to go down to her knees like he’d asked her to go in order to put her shoulder in better reach. She does it, but-
Her tail is held stiff and quivering. Her teeth seem like they might crack.]
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She can't let him see her cry. She can't cry, never mind that she already almost had before she'd shredded Amos' spell, the helplessness and the humiliation threatening to overwhelm her. Despite all she's said to him and accused him of, Liem takes her hands, gentle and careful with her injury, but the second his fingers close and it feels like holding-]
Don't touch me-
[Hayame jerks away from him as if burned, even if it hurts. She looks like she's going to be sick again, the hand she could easily move flying to her mouth to try and stop it, heaving into a gag that she swallows once, twice, three times before the reaction settles back down. Was she that disgusted with the monster that had taken the place of a friend in her eyes? (... But if it was something born of pure disgust with what he was, if it was not wanting a blood-sucking creature to lay hands on her, then surely it would come out angrier, with more snarl and bite? Instead, it is almost like begging, pleading in a shameful whimper the words she hadn't been able to get out in the vision Amos had forced into her head because the bit had filled her mouth.)
She can't let him see her pale with the potent mix of fear and instinctive disgust either. Hayame turns away from him with her whole body, still pressing her hand over her mouth so tightly that she nearly cut her own palm on a tooth. She's quaking, though it's difficult to tell if it's because she's afraid (and of what?) or trying not to lose to nausea. Blood, being bound, Liem drinking blood, forelegs scrabbling on her withers-
But it's not the time or place. It's not, it's not, she can't let Meridian fail again, she won't be able to stand it, they had to get the Wing back, she couldn't allow it to be lost again because she can't hold it together. She bites into her lip so hard that she nearly draws blood herself, focusing, locking it all back down until she can whisper harshly through her fingers.]
- Do it.
[She forces herself to be still, to let her dislocated shoulder just hang from her body, bruising and swelling already appearing on her skin as she turns her face away to try and keep hiding it.]
Just do it, then-
[As if somehow defeated, she forces herself to go down to her knees like he’d asked her to go in order to put her shoulder in better reach. She does it, but-
Her tail is held stiff and quivering. Her teeth seem like they might crack.]