[ Mordred rolls her eyes at the noncommittal answer. For all that Gray comes across as a pushover, she's stubborn in the most frustrating of ways. Maybe she's even glad for the injury to her face, weirdo that she is — and Mordred isn't sure if her own feelings on the matter are those of anger or jealousy. ]

Yeah. [ She grins a vicious grin at the memory of the Sanctifier's neck ripping open, even if it cost her dearly in more ways than one. ] I wasn't planning on using it, but you could say that circumstances changed. In any case, I struck the definitive blow against the beast, so it was worth the price.

[ Of course it wasn't actually her Noble Phantasm that brought down the Sanctifer, but she'll gladly claim more credit than she's due. With a sigh, she walks closer, pulling Gray's hood down — despite it already being low — and then ruffling the top of her head gently... which, of course, only serves to dislodge her hood all over again. ]

It'll be troublesome if you collapse here. Lean on me, and I'll bring you somewhere less exposed.