[ Under normal circumstances, she's used to getting picked up and jostled around. Cynthia and Gerome have both swooped down from the sky to pick her up away and towards the front lines, depending on what's needed. Heat of the moment, with little to no discussion when she's unceremoniously picked up and dropped on the back of a flying creature; it comes with the territory, and everything.
So while she may not have expected the joys of whatever-this-is, the sudden shift as her feet leave the ground and she's pulled upwards — that's familiar. Years of training and reflexes kicking in after the split-second hesitation it takes her for to put the two and two together ( though honestly, it's a bit of a stretch; way to talk about communication after pulling this, jerk ). Rough around the edges, but she's got the physicality to follow his lead, at least to start.
But the feeling of flying through the air is entirely different when it's just mechanical force pulling her forward. It'd be fine if she wasn't feeling the after effects of everything prior, disorientation and all. His fingers are digging into a part of her torso she hadn't even realized was aching, and —
It's only a few seconds, but she really only manages to land on her feet because Jason's made sure of it ( or he didn't, and she'll just tumble off the roof or something, it'd nbd ). Lucina stumble forward a little when he lets go, before she doubles over and her hands drop to her knees in an attempt to keep herself upright. Coughs when her breath catches in her throat, expelling whatever bit of blood was pooled in her mouth from earlier.
Not her most graceful moment, or the best introduction. ] Gods. [ She croaks out, eventually, before she gives up on the idea of standing entirely and drops to sit, where things feel steadier. Then— ] Is it following us? [ Because if she has to stand back up again, she will. But if she doesn't have to ... ]
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So while she may not have expected the joys of whatever-this-is, the sudden shift as her feet leave the ground and she's pulled upwards — that's familiar. Years of training and reflexes kicking in after the split-second hesitation it takes her for to put the two and two together ( though honestly, it's a bit of a stretch; way to talk about communication after pulling this, jerk ). Rough around the edges, but she's got the physicality to follow his lead, at least to start.
But the feeling of flying through the air is entirely different when it's just mechanical force pulling her forward. It'd be fine if she wasn't feeling the after effects of everything prior, disorientation and all. His fingers are digging into a part of her torso she hadn't even realized was aching, and —
It's only a few seconds, but she really only manages to land on her feet because Jason's made sure of it ( or he didn't, and she'll just tumble off the roof or something, it'd nbd ). Lucina stumble forward a little when he lets go, before she doubles over and her hands drop to her knees in an attempt to keep herself upright. Coughs when her breath catches in her throat, expelling whatever bit of blood was pooled in her mouth from earlier.
Not her most graceful moment, or the best introduction. ] Gods. [ She croaks out, eventually, before she gives up on the idea of standing entirely and drops to sit, where things feel steadier. Then— ] Is it following us? [ Because if she has to stand back up again, she will. But if she doesn't have to ... ]