The Sage seems to recover well enough, though she doesn’t stray too far from him. Her eyes drift right almost longingly, but she doesn’t move. Instead she sheaths her knife and takes a few steps forward. Concern lingers though, not sure if they would be attacked from behind again and not wanting Jigano to take another hit. And of course she’s not going to leave Quanil either, and since the girl is talking, maybe she’s not a threat.
Not a threat, but definitely a nuisance. The whole maybe you should just leave me here thing is really not up Weaver’s alley. She glances around somewhat desperate for Samuel, hoping he’d be better suited to this task than Weaver was. She was not patient and she was not kind. Her skills were in fighting and protecting, not in encouraging a young girl to get up out of a dangerous place and leave it.
”We aren’t leaving you behind here,” she says, loud enough to be heard by the girl without straying too far from the middle of the group, as best she can manage with shifting bodies, ready to fight any additional attacks. ”I will carry you myself, if I have to.” The second part is much softer, possibly soft enough that the girl won’t even hear it. Not that she particularly cares if the girl hears her or not. She will absolutely pick up the girl and carry her. Well, it might be some combination of carrying and dragging, but Weaver isn't one for details.
***
Weaver grabs her scythe again and stands somewhat in the middle of the group, as best she can, ready to fight if needed. She also tells Freina that they aren't going to leave her.
Not a threat, but definitely a nuisance. The whole maybe you should just leave me here thing is really not up Weaver’s alley. She glances around somewhat desperate for Samuel, hoping he’d be better suited to this task than Weaver was. She was not patient and she was not kind. Her skills were in fighting and protecting, not in encouraging a young girl to get up out of a dangerous place and leave it.
”We aren’t leaving you behind here,” she says, loud enough to be heard by the girl without straying too far from the middle of the group, as best she can manage with shifting bodies, ready to fight any additional attacks. ”I will carry you myself, if I have to.” The second part is much softer, possibly soft enough that the girl won’t even hear it. Not that she particularly cares if the girl hears her or not. She will absolutely pick up the girl and carry her. Well, it might be some combination of carrying and dragging, but Weaver isn't one for details.
***
Weaver grabs her scythe again and stands somewhat in the middle of the group, as best she can, ready to fight if needed. She also tells Freina that they aren't going to leave her.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
