Once it looked like the attack had finally ceased, Nanatsu let out a deep breath that she had been holding and relaxed enough to lower her staff to her side. Her eyes take in the carnage that the two of them had wrought, and for a moment, she lets her eyes shut tight once she beholds one of the assailants with a bit of blood dripping from the corner of his lips in such a familiar line....
Nanatsu's breath is shaky, and she almost misses Adamia's question but it's enough to force the heart breaking memory away -- long enough for her to turn those quivering eyes to her companion who has remnants of blood all over her.
Slowly, she lifts her hands up, puckering up her lips and placing her thumb and middle finger to her mouth as she blows, a small whistle chirping through the silence. Her black chocobo seems hesitant at first, but he trots over to the lalafell who had already reached into her robe to pull out a handkerchief. When she's within climbing range, she hoists herself up secure on his back before she nudges him to stand close to Adamia. That's when she does it -- reaches up with the cloth to help wipe away some of the blood that's still wet on her friends' face.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Her smile is small but it's there and it's honest and there was no way she could ever hate someone that knew her before everything.
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Date: 2015-12-21 07:58 am (UTC)Nanatsu's breath is shaky, and she almost misses Adamia's question but it's enough to force the heart breaking memory away -- long enough for her to turn those quivering eyes to her companion who has remnants of blood all over her.
Slowly, she lifts her hands up, puckering up her lips and placing her thumb and middle finger to her mouth as she blows, a small whistle chirping through the silence. Her black chocobo seems hesitant at first, but he trots over to the lalafell who had already reached into her robe to pull out a handkerchief. When she's within climbing range, she hoists herself up secure on his back before she nudges him to stand close to Adamia. That's when she does it -- reaches up with the cloth to help wipe away some of the blood that's still wet on her friends' face.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Her smile is small but it's there and it's honest and there was no way she could ever hate someone that knew her before everything.