[What is left of the girl's wounded pride does its absolute best to keep her from responding. It is a battle she had no chance of winning, she's wincing even from just the hand on her. It takes all the willpower she can draw upon to not cower away as she comes to realize just how much discomfort she's in.
And then the healing actually begins. Now she can't help herself. While she can't go very far in her chair she still shrinks back into it as much as she can. For a brief moment she wonders if she was being betrayed, if this man was no healer at all. Because that hurt like HELL. But that thought barely has time to form in her head before the pain in her abdomen starts to fade. Thankfully her opponent had only used enough strength to disable her, not kill her. And speaking of that opponent....]
It was a traitor. A coward that attacked me off guard right as I had located one of the rebels. I wasn't in any shape to chase after him.
[Her voice is a mixture of anger and shame in equal measure. She doesn't like having to admit to that, but its better people know. She'll accept the shame of defeat if it makes life difficult for the one that attacked her.]
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And then the healing actually begins. Now she can't help herself. While she can't go very far in her chair she still shrinks back into it as much as she can. For a brief moment she wonders if she was being betrayed, if this man was no healer at all. Because that hurt like HELL. But that thought barely has time to form in her head before the pain in her abdomen starts to fade. Thankfully her opponent had only used enough strength to disable her, not kill her. And speaking of that opponent....]
It was a traitor. A coward that attacked me off guard right as I had located one of the rebels. I wasn't in any shape to chase after him.
[Her voice is a mixture of anger and shame in equal measure. She doesn't like having to admit to that, but its better people know. She'll accept the shame of defeat if it makes life difficult for the one that attacked her.]