[He says that she did well... and perhaps she is allowed to feel pride for that, over the shame of her failures being seen at the same time. Perhaps it could be said to be praiseworthy, that she had survived an ambush from herself at all, the woman who knew her weaknesses best...
But there is a part of her that has never allowed anything less than perfection- that hadn't been able to, to secure her survival, and it remains in her still. The closer he comes, the more he will see... but she steels herself. Had she not demanded his blessing? Was he not a god, if not a weakened one?
Hiding at this point... would be too cowardly a thing to do. And if he could do unto her the sort of healing she was more familiar with, or at least a sort of magic that would not feel like an sick invasion crawling through her body...]
- You may.
[Relaxing... is not something Hayame has ever been quite capable of. But she tries to do it now, to... make herself available, sinking back against the icy wall and attempting to force her muscles to, if not relax, to at least... welcome him. At least not reject him, or any touch this healing might require.
But to watch him in that moment would be... almost too much, and so her remaining eye goes to to glitter of the weapon laid beside them. A trident, bejeweled... Not something he'd had before, the make seemed more like-]
- It seems you have found yourself a fine weapon.
[She invites him to expound on it. Hopes he might, so that she can think of that instead of anything else.]
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But there is a part of her that has never allowed anything less than perfection- that hadn't been able to, to secure her survival, and it remains in her still. The closer he comes, the more he will see... but she steels herself. Had she not demanded his blessing? Was he not a god, if not a weakened one?
Hiding at this point... would be too cowardly a thing to do. And if he could do unto her the sort of healing she was more familiar with, or at least a sort of magic that would not feel like an sick invasion crawling through her body...]
- You may.
[Relaxing... is not something Hayame has ever been quite capable of. But she tries to do it now, to... make herself available, sinking back against the icy wall and attempting to force her muscles to, if not relax, to at least... welcome him. At least not reject him, or any touch this healing might require.
But to watch him in that moment would be... almost too much, and so her remaining eye goes to to glitter of the weapon laid beside them. A trident, bejeweled... Not something he'd had before, the make seemed more like-]
- It seems you have found yourself a fine weapon.
[She invites him to expound on it. Hopes he might, so that she can think of that instead of anything else.]