[She'll nod, quietly lifting to her feet and dusting herself off, just as calm as she has been the rest of the week. Her sword, however, is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps that's for the best?
She'll quietly lead them both from the banks to the bridge, across into the arid walkways of the desert... and she halts, like a stutter in her steps, blinking in confusion and looking behind her as though she's left something behind.
Her brow furrows as she pulls her gaze away, pulls it back to the man next to her. But there's something visibly troubled in her eyes, just for a moment, before it smoothes back out as it had all week.
There wasn't any need to panic, after all.
So she falls back into pace with him, picking at the ribbon at her wrist, unaware of how the fabric starts to evaporate to nothing but a static snow under her fingertips.]
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She'll quietly lead them both from the banks to the bridge, across into the arid walkways of the desert... and she halts, like a stutter in her steps, blinking in confusion and looking behind her as though she's left something behind.
Her brow furrows as she pulls her gaze away, pulls it back to the man next to her. But there's something visibly troubled in her eyes, just for a moment, before it smoothes back out as it had all week.
There wasn't any need to panic, after all.
So she falls back into pace with him, picking at the ribbon at her wrist, unaware of how the fabric starts to evaporate to nothing but a static snow under her fingertips.]
I... I wonder what just...