She bows to no one.
She releases her breath as no true damage comes from her magic, pushing down the slight ache in her chest - the feeling that things hadn't gone how she'd wanted. Asta is safe, that's all that matters, and she continues to remind herself of that as she looks to the crumpled, desiccated bodies scattered about the fog. The tension in her muscles fails to release regardless.
Pointedly ignoring Maea's question - and also because she surprisingly has nothing to heal - Thal turns instead to the gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes shift up to meet Asta's, scanning his injuries along the way, the soft simmer of anger still there. It bites her words, still disbelieving at their audacity to wound her friend. "Yeah. I think you got the brunt of it." Along with her own careless display.
She follows the Butcher as he approaches the lifeless form of the villi, crouching with him to take her own section of lace. Her fingers are surprisingly delicate, almost mournful, as she slices through the fabric. When she rises again, Thal casually tucks the piece into her pocket, nodding her head to Asta. "Let's get out of here."
Thalassa takes some of the Spectral Villis Lace!
Pointedly ignoring Maea's question - and also because she surprisingly has nothing to heal - Thal turns instead to the gentle hand on her shoulder. Her eyes shift up to meet Asta's, scanning his injuries along the way, the soft simmer of anger still there. It bites her words, still disbelieving at their audacity to wound her friend. "Yeah. I think you got the brunt of it." Along with her own careless display.
She follows the Butcher as he approaches the lifeless form of the villi, crouching with him to take her own section of lace. Her fingers are surprisingly delicate, almost mournful, as she slices through the fabric. When she rises again, Thal casually tucks the piece into her pocket, nodding her head to Asta. "Let's get out of here."
Thalassa takes some of the Spectral Villis Lace!
Thalassa
