Miss Melita's - well, the Monster Hunters' Guild's - method of dealing with banshees sounded more likely to achieve success in destroying it, certainly. And it wasn't as if Quanil thought the banshees needed to be protected, exactly? They just wanted to study them, to learn more about them. Maybe there were easier ways to protect oneself from a banshee, or a way to make them leave or... well, thoughts for another time.
Quanil picked up their memorial for Herri as Miss Melita picked up hers for Adam. "Anywhere, really. You pick first. I think Herri would just be pleased as a seed ghost in an apple orchard to have their memorial here. I heard he was fond of drinking." They said it as if it were an innocent hobby or pastime and not, as it was likely meant by those who said it, a deprecation upon his character.
And then... "OOF!" Quanil stumbled back a bit, the memorial falling from their hands. They're barely aware of what's happened until they see the broken-open gourd at their feet... and the memorial landing in its guts. "Hey!" They snatch up the remembrance of Herri to keep it from getting gooey.
"Miss Melita, are you...? MISS MELITA!" Because they've seen the gourd that's gone for her neck, and they drop the memorial again to run to her aid. They cast about for something... then grab a stick from the assembled crafting materials.
Quanil tries to pull the gourd's fangs out of Melita's neck with one hand while attempting to shove the stick in between the fangs and her throat with the other. It's a small stick, but it might still give some leverage in close quarters like this.
Quanil picked up their memorial for Herri as Miss Melita picked up hers for Adam. "Anywhere, really. You pick first. I think Herri would just be pleased as a seed ghost in an apple orchard to have their memorial here. I heard he was fond of drinking." They said it as if it were an innocent hobby or pastime and not, as it was likely meant by those who said it, a deprecation upon his character.
And then... "OOF!" Quanil stumbled back a bit, the memorial falling from their hands. They're barely aware of what's happened until they see the broken-open gourd at their feet... and the memorial landing in its guts. "Hey!" They snatch up the remembrance of Herri to keep it from getting gooey.
"Miss Melita, are you...? MISS MELITA!" Because they've seen the gourd that's gone for her neck, and they drop the memorial again to run to her aid. They cast about for something... then grab a stick from the assembled crafting materials.
Quanil tries to pull the gourd's fangs out of Melita's neck with one hand while attempting to shove the stick in between the fangs and her throat with the other. It's a small stick, but it might still give some leverage in close quarters like this.
