[When they manage to reach the alcove, Beatrix has the opportunity to catch her breath. It would be easy to look at her, simply define her as formidable. It's not an inaccurate assessment either, but Beatrix knows better than anyone that she is not invincible, no matter how much she might like to claim that she is. Not... that she's inclined to admit to that aloud. Not now. Probably not ever.
She looks past him, eyes the overgrowth he uses to shield them both and then after a moment's consideration, she sheathes her sword after examining it closely. She'll have to spend some time sharpening it. She doubts its kept its edge after all she's used it on since her arrival. Her attention moves back onto Diluc and she wears just a subtle turn of the mouth, though it disappears quickly enough.]
Still I stand. 'Tis good enough for the circumstance.
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She looks past him, eyes the overgrowth he uses to shield them both and then after a moment's consideration, she sheathes her sword after examining it closely. She'll have to spend some time sharpening it. She doubts its kept its edge after all she's used it on since her arrival. Her attention moves back onto Diluc and she wears just a subtle turn of the mouth, though it disappears quickly enough.]
Still I stand. 'Tis good enough for the circumstance.
[She looks him over rather shamelessly.]
Let me take a look at your injuries.