Perhaps she needed to practice more in working with the darkness and learning to harness it, instead of fighting something that was now so vital to her at every turn. But for today she had practiced enough. He watched, expressionless, as she hissed and struggled. Watched as the darkness faded beneath the onslaught of moonlight and the reason returned to her eyes. Watched the blood stop flowing quite so freely, though they both remained wounded. Injuries that he would heal once he recovered from the expenditure of Safrin's power.
"Mmh. Not yet."
Because he knew her. Knew how she would blame herself. Knew how the wounds of her body would be nothing compared to the wounds she would inflict on her spirit in the wake of their spar. He drew his arm - and the woman hanging from it - in and wrapped the other around her waist to support her as he released her wrist. His embrace was gentle as he held her against the soft feathers of his armor, though if she struggled anew to be released he would do so, ensuring she reached the ground safely. "What did you learn?"
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"Mmh. Not yet."
Because he knew her. Knew how she would blame herself. Knew how the wounds of her body would be nothing compared to the wounds she would inflict on her spirit in the wake of their spar. He drew his arm - and the woman hanging from it - in and wrapped the other around her waist to support her as he released her wrist. His embrace was gentle as he held her against the soft feathers of his armor, though if she struggled anew to be released he would do so, ensuring she reached the ground safely. "What did you learn?"
Hadama: 659.5/740
