[It’s for the best that Hayame muffles the sound of her pain against her hand, covers it with growls to prevent the process of reseating her arm to burn itself even more deeply into Liem’s memory. If there is any chance that he might take pleasure in the sounds of her suffering, that he might gain satisfaction from it after the way she’d spurned him — he doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t want to know now, and he especially won’t want to recall it later, after the Oracle trial has passed.
So when the joint clicks back into place, he does breathe a small sigh of relief, even as he holds the arm steady for just another moment to encourage the joint to remain where it is, lest it slip right back out of place again.
But, when she tells him to go… he lets the limb sink down again. He has no wish to remain at her side when he isn’t wanted. He steps away, makes his way back to the portion of moss where he’d hidden the leaf-wrapped wing, and pulls it carefully free. Their prize; the cause of all these difficulties.
And with only a brief glance back at Hayame, he trots away once again, heading in the direction of Meridian’s camp.]
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So when the joint clicks back into place, he does breathe a small sigh of relief, even as he holds the arm steady for just another moment to encourage the joint to remain where it is, lest it slip right back out of place again.
But, when she tells him to go… he lets the limb sink down again. He has no wish to remain at her side when he isn’t wanted. He steps away, makes his way back to the portion of moss where he’d hidden the leaf-wrapped wing, and pulls it carefully free. Their prize; the cause of all these difficulties.
And with only a brief glance back at Hayame, he trots away once again, heading in the direction of Meridian’s camp.]