[Yeah, gore is still gore, and gore from cuts is the WORST. She peaks one eye open... then relaxes ever so slightly at seeing the shortswords are gone. It’s still not a pretty sight, and she hasn’t noticed his eye covered by bangs yet, but at least the blades literally designed to cut people are gone.]
Ah... J-just a few scratches, I think.
[Nothing really hurts yet, but she’s afraid to look... Sure enough there are some cuts on her legs, shallow and thin but still bleeding nicely. But at the moment she bends at the waist in a deep bow, the pot still clutched tightly to her stomach with both hands.]
Thank you for saving my life! I’m sorry for troubling you!
[Would that work, was that polite enough? Aside from the knife incident when she was little, she’s never been in danger like that, and even then her parents had helped and... well, she tries not to think about it too much.]
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Ah... J-just a few scratches, I think.
[Nothing really hurts yet, but she’s afraid to look... Sure enough there are some cuts on her legs, shallow and thin but still bleeding nicely. But at the moment she bends at the waist in a deep bow, the pot still clutched tightly to her stomach with both hands.]
Thank you for saving my life! I’m sorry for troubling you!
[Would that work, was that polite enough? Aside from the knife incident when she was little, she’s never been in danger like that, and even then her parents had helped and... well, she tries not to think about it too much.]