[At least this time... her shoulders and lower spine haven't gone bony with the beginnings of starvation. Each limp, swelling, bruise, and cut comes from something intentional and earned- indeed, from the many Kenoma aions who had come to Venera to hunt rebels only to find themselves hunted instead.

Carefully, she tries to... No, she isn't going to be able to get to her belly without displaying too much of her weakness, without making herself vulnerable and unable to get back to her feet quick enough in response to a threat.

Instead, she pulls her bow from her shoulder, carefully beginning to undo the bowstring.]

Your apprentice?

[Why did he sound confused?]

Black hair... no topknot... dark eyes... not good at talking?

[... Says Hayame.]

He said he learned how to fix arrows from you.