She doesn't know what she sees, or feels, the swell and release of pressure as Yuki fades from sight, but she exhales, her brave expression fading from her face. A hand rubs at her face, and she doesn't see the man turn to her.
She starts a little when he speaks but nods. Thank the Gods she bothered to learn Japanese.
"I can. What are you? A Death wight?" She'd never heard of robed wights in any of the lore she studied.
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Date: 2012-08-03 01:54 am (UTC)From:She starts a little when he speaks but nods. Thank the Gods she bothered to learn Japanese.
"I can. What are you? A Death wight?" She'd never heard of robed wights in any of the lore she studied.