[ With the weapon tucked into Hayame's hands, he is better able to examine the rest of her body for extensive damage; she will be sore, he concludes, but she will readily survive the damage that her own reflection caused her. The wounds he marks with the sweep of his eyes are the puncture wound, and the slice that has nearly taken her dark shard and the soft, golden glow of her sunbeam with it. That is the part of her that he is most concerned with, less for her modesty and more for the chill that may set into her very soul. She is a cold woman, but still, this place seeks to ruin all.

Blight them, how appropriate.

He does not seize her injured chest, but draws her gaze to it with the beckoning of his fingers. This, he indicates silently, will be the thing they need to take care of. Her defenses are shorn, her soul and world exposed to the elements and the eye. ]

Have you thought about how to compensate for your vision? The polearm may suit you as an additional martial style to rely on, while you work on archery with one eye.

[ A spear might suit her, or a naginata -- which, he expects is a weapon of her homeland. Reaching into his coat, he loosens the ties in order to slide the item off his shoulders and reach for one of the additional layers below and tear it from his body in a single jerk of his wrist. That, he will tear into a long strip, dark and continuous, to be able to offer to her to rebind her chest and compress the injury. And then -- he looks to her hooves, hovering his palm over one in further silent question: may he? ]

-- and, have you slipped? We may be able to find a way to provide traction for you, while simultaneously ensuring you are even deadlier.

[ badass booties for hayame??? ]