[It was enough... at first. Her veritable hackles rose, jaw tightening and brow furrowing- but she's the Green Witch. Meaning, of course, that she was something of a healer by trade.
And the blood on Masamune's neck wasn't welling up like an fresh, open cut would. Closer examination, squinting at the network screen in front of her face, revealing that it likely... wasn't a cut at all.
She's silent for a moment, though, suddenly afraid that if she drew attention to it...]
no subject
And the blood on Masamune's neck wasn't welling up like an fresh, open cut would. Closer examination, squinting at the network screen in front of her face, revealing that it likely... wasn't a cut at all.
She's silent for a moment, though, suddenly afraid that if she drew attention to it...]
Are you no better than a beast?
[- still not an answer, though, is that.]