[ . . . So they're still going in, huh? she can feel his emotions there, and they bolster her own dominant one: curiosity.
Her lips quirk a little and her right hand goes to the hilt of the sword. she's in no way prepared to use it, not really, but somehow it's comforting. ]
Quietly, then.
[ She makes to actually get ahead now, though, crouching and advancing slower. ]
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Her lips quirk a little and her right hand goes to the hilt of the sword. she's in no way prepared to use it, not really, but somehow it's comforting. ]
Quietly, then.
[ She makes to actually get ahead now, though, crouching and advancing slower. ]