[ York's weight is solid against her back as he pulls her in - damn, forgotten about him in the rush that was trying to get Maine free so they didn't waste more time. Arms trapped in her by her side, but give her a minute, his attention will slip since they way they're all talking - like they knew him?
The way Maine responds like he knew them too.
What a novelty, she's not the one fending for her life from acquaintances. Seems she's going to pay for it, regardless. Not especially glad for being held, and when York murmurs so low and quiet that he isn't going to hurt her, she wants to prove that she knows that - one swift kick up and back ought to do that. But since they're all apparently friends here, her gaze up at him is nothing other than a promise that if he doesn't let go of her soon, he'll pay for it dearly.
Even so, she doesn't move until Maine tells her it's sorted. Clear as she can be that she'll only be listening to one person here after all that. Shoves off York - and reaches for the blade he threw away, half sticking up in the fresh fallen snow that coats everything in a white bright even in this dark. The metal is freezing against her palm, thank the Gods for her gloves. ]
Friends of yours? [ It's barked, she doesn't really expect an answer as she falls into step with him at his side. Holding the blade up. ] Next time, pick a weapon you won't be so quickly disarmed of. [ A huff, a half step closer, voice low as she passes him the secondary blade. Just a plain longsword, but sturdier. ] When we get back, we're beginning training, immediately, with something suitable to you.
[ And that is apparently, all she has to say about - everything that just happened. Clear more than anything, what's between them, is between them. If she has questions, a battlefield isn't the place for them. ]
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The way Maine responds like he knew them too.
What a novelty, she's not the one fending for her life from acquaintances. Seems she's going to pay for it, regardless. Not especially glad for being held, and when York murmurs so low and quiet that he isn't going to hurt her, she wants to prove that she knows that - one swift kick up and back ought to do that. But since they're all apparently friends here, her gaze up at him is nothing other than a promise that if he doesn't let go of her soon, he'll pay for it dearly.
Even so, she doesn't move until Maine tells her it's sorted. Clear as she can be that she'll only be listening to one person here after all that. Shoves off York - and reaches for the blade he threw away, half sticking up in the fresh fallen snow that coats everything in a white bright even in this dark. The metal is freezing against her palm, thank the Gods for her gloves. ]
Friends of yours? [ It's barked, she doesn't really expect an answer as she falls into step with him at his side. Holding the blade up. ] Next time, pick a weapon you won't be so quickly disarmed of. [ A huff, a half step closer, voice low as she passes him the secondary blade. Just a plain longsword, but sturdier. ] When we get back, we're beginning training, immediately, with something suitable to you.
[ And that is apparently, all she has to say about - everything that just happened. Clear more than anything, what's between them, is between them. If she has questions, a battlefield isn't the place for them. ]