[ Lunafreya focuses on the way Noctis' hand feels on her shoulder, managing a strained smile up at him when he speaks. ] Well... I certainly am doing all I can and... That is all I can ask for, I suppose. Surely this... is nothing... compared to the sights you both have seen during hunts.
[ Lunafreya is not an active combatant, more accustomed to the strain that comes only from communing with gods than to wounds inflicted by a blade. The toll her powers enacted upon her was mostly internal, invisible to those around her. The wound Ardyn had inflicted, however, was far more dire at present; while her body had been steadily weakening by the time she had summoned Leviathan, it would seem that the gods of Hadriel had granted her some small boon in lightening the burden that Eos' gods had placed upon her, leaving her with only her external wounds to contend with.
She truly counts herself as lucky that Noctis and Regis happen to be here with her. Without them, there would be little doubt that she would survive.
While she grows used to the feeling of thread being pulled through her flesh, Lunafreya still feels faint, something in her gut hitching and squirming at the alien feeling. She doesn't notice the minimal trembles of Regis' hand, instead focusing on how deftly he works. ]
Perhaps... Though... this certainly is a step in the right direction... I suppose... There is nothing quite so intimate is stitching up another person. [ Another attempt at humor! Look at that.
Lunafreya watches as Noctis does as he is bade, returning quickly. She wants to reach out to reassure him, to tell him that it's alright, and that he needn't panic... but she feels far too tired for even that much. Instead, she simply nods, turning her head to face him. ] Please... Go ahead.
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[ Lunafreya is not an active combatant, more accustomed to the strain that comes only from communing with gods than to wounds inflicted by a blade. The toll her powers enacted upon her was mostly internal, invisible to those around her. The wound Ardyn had inflicted, however, was far more dire at present; while her body had been steadily weakening by the time she had summoned Leviathan, it would seem that the gods of Hadriel had granted her some small boon in lightening the burden that Eos' gods had placed upon her, leaving her with only her external wounds to contend with.
She truly counts herself as lucky that Noctis and Regis happen to be here with her. Without them, there would be little doubt that she would survive.
While she grows used to the feeling of thread being pulled through her flesh, Lunafreya still feels faint, something in her gut hitching and squirming at the alien feeling. She doesn't notice the minimal trembles of Regis' hand, instead focusing on how deftly he works. ]
Perhaps... Though... this certainly is a step in the right direction... I suppose... There is nothing quite so intimate is stitching up another person. [ Another attempt at humor! Look at that.
Lunafreya watches as Noctis does as he is bade, returning quickly. She wants to reach out to reassure him, to tell him that it's alright, and that he needn't panic... but she feels far too tired for even that much. Instead, she simply nods, turning her head to face him. ] Please... Go ahead.