[A nagging injury that Hadriel no doubt helped along. Maketh starts to offer him a hand up when something flashes bright in his hand. She jerks back and drops into a crouch, just in case. End the threat, soldier.
But he's not a threat. Stop that. He's injured and you are not doing your duty, soldier.
Breathe. Stop that. Do your duty.
Slowly, Maketh shoulders the rifle. A sign of trust.]
I apologize for my rudeness.
[She meets his eyes briefly and rises from the crouch.]
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But he's not a threat. Stop that. He's injured and you are not doing your duty, soldier.
Breathe. Stop that. Do your duty.
Slowly, Maketh shoulders the rifle. A sign of trust.]
I apologize for my rudeness.
[She meets his eyes briefly and rises from the crouch.]
We face many enemies here, sir.