[The slightest change in breathing, and she slows. Considers- it was not of pain... so she resumes her touch, but gentler. Wants to perhaps smile, at that question... but her dark eyes fall instead on her left hand, that not a day past had been broken and half-mangled. She had worried if she would be able to hold a bow properly again. If it would course with infection, and need to be cut off, like she'd seen of her world's soldiers. (Like she'd seen at the flensing post, with jinba who refused to be broken.)
That fear had been the only thing that made her break with her usual distaste for magic in her body and seek on of Hathaway's sorcerers.]
... perhaps for a moment I did.
[Even with her desire to be considerate, to respect his secrets as he had always respected hers... it seems so uncouth to not speak plainly. He would hardly need answer if he did not wish to, so-]
I simply... wondered. How it is you came to need such a thing.
[The idea of someone as strong as he, stronger than anyone in her own world, being injured so... it is hard to imagine.]
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That fear had been the only thing that made her break with her usual distaste for magic in her body and seek on of Hathaway's sorcerers.]
... perhaps for a moment I did.
[Even with her desire to be considerate, to respect his secrets as he had always respected hers... it seems so uncouth to not speak plainly. He would hardly need answer if he did not wish to, so-]
I simply... wondered. How it is you came to need such a thing.
[The idea of someone as strong as he, stronger than anyone in her own world, being injured so... it is hard to imagine.]