[ Exhaustion gnaws at her bones — it's been a long month, and an even longer mission, tugging at her stamina in different ways compared to the missions prior. At least it's over now — or most of it. The minotaur fallen, portal back up, a chance to return home. New allies. Losses, too, certainly ( she never did find Owain, and her heart constricts at the thought, while George remains dead up against the wall— ), but... she doesn't have time to think of that just yet.
Lucinas looked better, probably, Falchion sheathed and a lance, instead, keeping her upright as she hobbles around. When asked, she passes them off as a minor injury, there are other, more urgent cases to be looked after. Besides, that's not why she's here — if she spots a familiar face ( or uniforms of a familiar color ), her expression brightens to a small smile. ]
You're alright. [ Relief on her part? Reassurance for them? Who knows. Her eyes flicker over to the rest of the inmates briefly, and the smile flickers away just as quickly as it appeared. She does, however, extend her free hand out to them, in an offer to help them stand. ] Can you walk?
WILDCARD.
( just one, tiny, low-key starter because i'm getting back into the swing of things / plan to tag out!! that said i'm still happy to write closed things for people whenever, so feel free to leave a comment & i'll write up a starter for you ( or you can leave me a starter, i'm not picky ). alternatively, hit me up on pms/charred to plot a thing! )
lucina | ota
[ Exhaustion gnaws at her bones — it's been a long month, and an even longer mission, tugging at her stamina in different ways compared to the missions prior. At least it's over now — or most of it. The minotaur fallen, portal back up, a chance to return home. New allies. Losses, too, certainly ( she never did find Owain, and her heart constricts at the thought, while George remains dead up against the wall— ), but... she doesn't have time to think of that just yet.
Lucinas looked better, probably, Falchion sheathed and a lance, instead, keeping her upright as she hobbles around. When asked, she passes them off as a minor injury, there are other, more urgent cases to be looked after. Besides, that's not why she's here — if she spots a familiar face ( or uniforms of a familiar color ), her expression brightens to a small smile. ]
You're alright. [ Relief on her part? Reassurance for them? Who knows. Her eyes flicker over to the rest of the inmates briefly, and the smile flickers away just as quickly as it appeared. She does, however, extend her free hand out to them, in an offer to help them stand. ] Can you walk?
WILDCARD.
( just one, tiny, low-key starter because i'm getting back into the swing of things / plan to tag out!! that said i'm still happy to write closed things for people whenever, so feel free to leave a comment & i'll write up a starter for you ( or you can leave me a starter, i'm not picky ). alternatively, hit me up on pms/