[It makes her wish she still had her Cure spells more than anything. That would handle all of this; back up Medic she might have been, but...
Well. She gets it, kind of. The need to do something, even if that something is minimal at best. As he gathers his supplies, she sheathes her blade and sets her elbows on her knees. This motley crew is all the back-up she has. It'd be best to actually, you know, work with them?
Probably.]
No. [A soft snort.] I wasn't even hit. One of the Grimm hit a tree and bark flew everywhere.
[She got lucky. How long can that hold out? How long can any of them hold out like this? Luck runs out.]
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Well. She gets it, kind of. The need to do something, even if that something is minimal at best. As he gathers his supplies, she sheathes her blade and sets her elbows on her knees. This motley crew is all the back-up she has. It'd be best to actually, you know, work with them?
Probably.]
No. [A soft snort.] I wasn't even hit. One of the Grimm hit a tree and bark flew everywhere.
[She got lucky. How long can that hold out? How long can any of them hold out like this? Luck runs out.]