She shirked away when Kisetukai came over, a flash of fear rising up. He had come over, the range of them closing between them. Was he going to do the same to her? Was he friend or foe? He had stepped right into her comfort zone, his intentions briefly lost to her beneath a panicking mind. She winced, almost curling up into herself when those hands touched and tended, and that calm voice tried to break through. Stilling she turned her head way from him, unable to look. The sounds of fabric ripping filled the silence, her throat having sealed itself. She could not communicate, short of letting out the occasional hiss of discomfort.
Teeth clenching, the squire let him tend to her. A makeshift bandage was made, stemming the flow of blood beneath the folds of fabric. The pain largely subsided, the sense of shock that had previously held her slipping away along with her adrenal. Her heart still thudded loudly though, a distinctive ring in her ears as she came to terms with what was going on. She was attacked in the city she thought was safe. They shamed her as a squire. They shamed her as a woman. They had stabbed her when she fought back.
They petching stabbed her. The bastards.
A long, controlled breath was released as she focused her gaze turning to the alley wall across from her. The slightest movement caused the wound to burn with pain. There was a gasp, her fingers clenching up tightly as the fabric was pulled across. A broken cry escaped, as the words of Kisetukai reached her ears. They were squires, they would one day be knights, and she had to stay strong even when they were bent backwards over situations. She inhaled sharply to silence herself, focusing only on not making a noise. So what if her face twisted in pain and tears ran down her face? She could not make a noise, not anymore. Swallowing, she gave a tremble, feeling the tightening fabric across her. She had reached the bottom of her strength and will, she could not do any more.
He stepped away, and her eyes followed after him as he extended his hand down to her. For a moment she stared at it, tired and nervous eyes running up it to his face. She shrunk away at his question, unable to bring herself to answer. It was obvious what had happened, if not from the bruising and injuries, then from her current state. She shook her head, one of the few actions that she could give. She did not want to think about it anymore. She wanted to forget about it. To cast it away from her memory and bury it.
But that was not possible. And deep down she knew that.
Upon trying to lift her arm, pain shot through her shoulder. It felt like would rip within upon the slightest movement of it. Inhaling deeply, she held her left elbow, unsteady feet forcing her back into the wall. Slowly she rose, her arms wrapped almost around her. She cradled them as she looked sheepishly at Kisetukai unsure almost if she should bolt or not. She wanted to run away and hide, to disappear into the darkness and never be seen again. She gave a second nod as she lurched away from the wall, unsteady steps leading her on to the entrance of the alley. It was time to move on, and she was not about to wait for anyone.
Safety awaited her in the dormitories after all.
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Teeth clenching, the squire let him tend to her. A makeshift bandage was made, stemming the flow of blood beneath the folds of fabric. The pain largely subsided, the sense of shock that had previously held her slipping away along with her adrenal. Her heart still thudded loudly though, a distinctive ring in her ears as she came to terms with what was going on. She was attacked in the city she thought was safe. They shamed her as a squire. They shamed her as a woman. They had stabbed her when she fought back.
They petching stabbed her. The bastards.
A long, controlled breath was released as she focused her gaze turning to the alley wall across from her. The slightest movement caused the wound to burn with pain. There was a gasp, her fingers clenching up tightly as the fabric was pulled across. A broken cry escaped, as the words of Kisetukai reached her ears. They were squires, they would one day be knights, and she had to stay strong even when they were bent backwards over situations. She inhaled sharply to silence herself, focusing only on not making a noise. So what if her face twisted in pain and tears ran down her face? She could not make a noise, not anymore. Swallowing, she gave a tremble, feeling the tightening fabric across her. She had reached the bottom of her strength and will, she could not do any more.
He stepped away, and her eyes followed after him as he extended his hand down to her. For a moment she stared at it, tired and nervous eyes running up it to his face. She shrunk away at his question, unable to bring herself to answer. It was obvious what had happened, if not from the bruising and injuries, then from her current state. She shook her head, one of the few actions that she could give. She did not want to think about it anymore. She wanted to forget about it. To cast it away from her memory and bury it.
But that was not possible. And deep down she knew that.
Upon trying to lift her arm, pain shot through her shoulder. It felt like would rip within upon the slightest movement of it. Inhaling deeply, she held her left elbow, unsteady feet forcing her back into the wall. Slowly she rose, her arms wrapped almost around her. She cradled them as she looked sheepishly at Kisetukai unsure almost if she should bolt or not. She wanted to run away and hide, to disappear into the darkness and never be seen again. She gave a second nod as she lurched away from the wall, unsteady steps leading her on to the entrance of the alley. It was time to move on, and she was not about to wait for anyone.
Safety awaited her in the dormitories after all.
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