[ Gray meets Mordred's stare from a distance, sees the flash of panic naked on her (their) face and thinks that's how it should be. There's nothing good or righteous about the face she's been given, no matter no kindly the other Aions look upon her, and with a grim grit she wills Mordred to never become complacent, for that feeling of horror to never soften.
She looks away quickly, tugging her hood as low as it will go over her head. She keeps her gaze low as Mordred comes to a stop in front of her. ]
... I will.
[ If she finds one, when it's convenient. She's in no rush to fight the Pleroma when they might be Abel and Himeka's saviors. As things are, her reserves of od are near to bottomed out, so she wouldn't be much of a help even if she were healed up. ]
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She looks away quickly, tugging her hood as low as it will go over her head. She keeps her gaze low as Mordred comes to a stop in front of her. ]
... I will.
[ If she finds one, when it's convenient. She's in no rush to fight the Pleroma when they might be Abel and Himeka's saviors. As things are, her reserves of od are near to bottomed out, so she wouldn't be much of a help even if she were healed up. ]
Was that your Noble Phantasm?