[She gives herself a gentle shake when she pulls out from beneath the bush, leaves and shreds of wood flying from her fur before she's looking over the pup. A sinking feeling settles in her stomach when she sees the stains of blood on his beautiful white fur, and Eustace's question earns a surprised whine out of her.]
Me...? [Sadness crosses her features, and she hangs her head, ears pressing down against the top of it.] I'm... not sure... I don't think my magic works here.
[Namely, her materia which, she notes, don't appear to be on her in this form. Her voice grows small, and she sits next to the pup, sniffing and looking closely at his wounds as he sits and flaps his tail at the two of them.]
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Me...? [Sadness crosses her features, and she hangs her head, ears pressing down against the top of it.] I'm... not sure... I don't think my magic works here.
[Namely, her materia which, she notes, don't appear to be on her in this form. Her voice grows small, and she sits next to the pup, sniffing and looking closely at his wounds as he sits and flaps his tail at the two of them.]
I could try, but... it might not work.