[As much as the confined space within the Tree's network of roots will allow, Liem sidles to a position where he can at least keep the edge of an eye or even just an ear aimed toward Manon when he glances at the people catching up with them. He does not view Manon as unworthy of trust, exactly — but he isn't confident in the man's mental state after everything he's been through. He doesn't want to be complacent.
Manon's demand earns him a penetrating stare from Liem. At the movement and commotion in his peripherals, however, he fits a bolt to his crossbow in an unnaturally swift motion and turns to regard the scene unfolding in the wake of Hayame's shot.
Magic shimmers, briefly, in his eyes as he regards the man now pinned like an insect to the cavern wall.]
Mr. Sims speaks truly.
[Though he doesn't turn back to Manon, the words are meant for him. Still, Liem's grip on his weapon is alert, ready to flick up and shoot in an instant.]
Come no closer, if you don't wish to be treated as an enemy.
no subject
Manon's demand earns him a penetrating stare from Liem. At the movement and commotion in his peripherals, however, he fits a bolt to his crossbow in an unnaturally swift motion and turns to regard the scene unfolding in the wake of Hayame's shot.
Magic shimmers, briefly, in his eyes as he regards the man now pinned like an insect to the cavern wall.]
Mr. Sims speaks truly.
[Though he doesn't turn back to Manon, the words are meant for him. Still, Liem's grip on his weapon is alert, ready to flick up and shoot in an instant.]
Come no closer, if you don't wish to be treated as an enemy.