[For just a second, she feels like she sees the Estinien that is supposed to be, instead of the twisted amalgamation of dragon, Innocence, and pleroma. But that must be her own useless hope and stunted imagination, because even if he appeared now... Could she see him that clearly? No, now wasn't the time to be overwhelmed by the fear that losing her eye would render her useless, a warrior that couldn't be trusted in a fight, an archer who couldn't reliably hit their target. The Firebrand legacy coursing through her is keeping her upright, pushing her past the overwhelming pain that would normally have left her whimpering on the ground, but here-]
You can!
[She stubbornly insists because that is all she can do. She doesn't know. What does she understand about how a man becomes this thing in the sky above her now, when she had barely understood about how a man became a crystal? But it had... Hadn't it worked then? Hadn't she called him back then?]
Are you not strong, Estinien? Are you not a warrior who will not be taken by some legacy not your own?
[She tries, the wind continuing to whip at her long, unbound mane and tail, his blood glowing softly in splatters along her flanks and shoulder, pale and contrasting with the matte crimson of her own, smeared over her cheek and dripping down her quaking dun legs, caked into her coat beneath patches of damaged armor.]
The soldiers of this place will be confused even if they wake-- We'll have time!
[She asserts the unknown as if it was sure, as if she could make it sure, but with communion in play and not just words... Just like in that shrine, she can't hide how disgustingly selfish her pleas actually are. She doesn't not care if people die, if the mission itself fails, but what she actually cares about-]
Please,Estinien...
[Is not being alone again. (Isn't that what it was?)]
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You can!
[She stubbornly insists because that is all she can do. She doesn't know. What does she understand about how a man becomes this thing in the sky above her now, when she had barely understood about how a man became a crystal? But it had... Hadn't it worked then? Hadn't she called him back then?]
Are you not strong, Estinien? Are you not a warrior who will not be taken by some legacy not your own?
[She tries, the wind continuing to whip at her long, unbound mane and tail, his blood glowing softly in splatters along her flanks and shoulder, pale and contrasting with the matte crimson of her own, smeared over her cheek and dripping down her quaking dun legs, caked into her coat beneath patches of damaged armor.]
The soldiers of this place will be confused even if they wake-- We'll have time!
[She asserts the unknown as if it was sure, as if she could make it sure, but with communion in play and not just words... Just like in that shrine, she can't hide how disgustingly selfish her pleas actually are. She doesn't not care if people die, if the mission itself fails, but what she actually cares about-]
Please, Estinien...
[Is not being alone again. (Isn't that what it was?)]