[It's almost pitiful watching the remaining men defend themselves, both uncoordinated and practically stepping over one another as Gustave closes in to attack and eventually dispatch them. Maelle's gaze moves from them to the straggler on the ground, shrugging lightly.]
I didn't even hit him that hard. [Okay, maybe she did. But even if she knew her own strength, she was more than a little distracted.
Dismissing her rapier, the chroma dissipating around her, Maelle moves slowly, almost hesitantly, as she turns to look at Gustave. One hand reaches towards her other arm, gripping it tightly, not sure what to do with herself. She struggles to find the words when her mind is noisy and a growing lump begins to form in her throat.
What does she even say after everything?
She wants to ask him if he is real, echoing the same question when he had found her at The Manor. Instead, her blue eyes study him from head to toe, searching for some indication, any indication that this wasn't a dream, or a nightmare, or some sick joke.
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I didn't even hit him that hard. [Okay, maybe she did. But even if she knew her own strength, she was more than a little distracted.
Dismissing her rapier, the chroma dissipating around her, Maelle moves slowly, almost hesitantly, as she turns to look at Gustave. One hand reaches towards her other arm, gripping it tightly, not sure what to do with herself. She struggles to find the words when her mind is noisy and a growing lump begins to form in her throat.
What does she even say after everything?
She wants to ask him if he is real, echoing the same question when he had found her at The Manor. Instead, her blue eyes study him from head to toe, searching for some indication, any indication that this wasn't a dream, or a nightmare, or some sick joke.
Finally, she blurts out:] Is it really you?