[She wants to argue, fight back against that stubbornness Hayame displays by denying herself some small reprieve from that traumatic wound. It’s foolhardy to let an injury like that go untended. Dorothea knows that full well, yet she also knows how hard it can be to accept such a maiming. As much as she dislikes it, she leaves her protests unvoiced for the moment. Pressing the issue can come later, if necessary.
But Hayame does allow her to continue the rest of her work, and that itself is a small victory. She’ll take whatever scrap of it she can get here.]
I’ll do what I can, then.
[So she continues her healing, slow and methodical. The gentle glow of magic trails her hands as she moves from injury to injury, providing what relief she can until Hayame would be just fit enough to face the battlefield again.
That’s just what her life has become, even before her arrival in this strange new world. If she wasn’t fighting herself, then she was stitching soldiers back together so they could go out and do this bloody song and dance all over again.]
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But Hayame does allow her to continue the rest of her work, and that itself is a small victory. She’ll take whatever scrap of it she can get here.]
I’ll do what I can, then.
[So she continues her healing, slow and methodical. The gentle glow of magic trails her hands as she moves from injury to injury, providing what relief she can until Hayame would be just fit enough to face the battlefield again.
That’s just what her life has become, even before her arrival in this strange new world. If she wasn’t fighting herself, then she was stitching soldiers back together so they could go out and do this bloody song and dance all over again.]