[ The silence is the worst part. Perhaps 'silence' is not the best word, because the sound of trees groaning and heaving as the blaze consumes them is haunting in a way Lana was not prepared for. If Dedue is in a fight-- worse, if he is injured, she's not sure she could hear it. Ironically her own plans to escape have blown up in her face, leaving the poor cleric with nothing to do but choke through the smoke and pray.
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She tenses when his figure emerges from the brush, whirls around with anticipation, ready to blast a bandit with a well-aimed, exhausted Nosferatu, but the spell falls through her fingers in sheer relief when he comes close enough for her to recognise his figure. He might not be coming closer, but Lana certainly is; she nearly trips over her own boots in her dash to his side, furiously blinking back tears (from the smoke, or her emotions? It's probably a bit of both). ] You idiot! [ The stench of blood mixed with the smoke is awful, so awful, but Lana is running on auto-pilot from everything her mother had ever taught her about a healer's duty. That no matter how terrible, a healer must never, ever look away from her charge, and it's with this thought at the forefront of her mind that she grabs ahold of his hand and proceeds to tug him away from the destruction. ]
What were you thinking?! What if there had been more of them?! [ That's right Dedue, it's time for one of Lana's infamous, ear-blistering lectures. Just because you're injured doesn't mean you have an out. ] Did you really think I could just leave you? What kind of a person do you think I am? I'm a healer, Dedue Molinaro! Our job is to keep people safe and alive! Not run away while they throw themselves into danger for us! You're not cannon fodder, you're our friend! [ With this last outburst, complete with declaration of newfound friendsip, she seems to simmer down... At least for the moment. There's a long silence as she hurries them away from the smoke.
The sounds of the fire are finally growing dimmer, and so she draws them both to a stop at last and whirls around to finally face him, her face streaked with soot and tears. ] Sit down right this instant and show me all your injuries. You are not moving another inch until I have attended absolutely every ache and pain you have. [ Judging by the look on her face, she absolutely means it... Yet, she can't help but deflate now that everything is out of her system. ] ... Please, don't ever frighten me like that again. I can't bear to see you keep getting hurt for my sake...
fun fact my bgm for this was rockefeller street nightcore ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS BIG I HAVE EMOTIONS
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She tenses when his figure emerges from the brush, whirls around with anticipation, ready to blast a bandit with a well-aimed, exhausted Nosferatu, but the spell falls through her fingers in sheer relief when he comes close enough for her to recognise his figure. He might not be coming closer, but Lana certainly is; she nearly trips over her own boots in her dash to his side, furiously blinking back tears (from the smoke, or her emotions? It's probably a bit of both). ] You idiot! [ The stench of blood mixed with the smoke is awful, so awful, but Lana is running on auto-pilot from everything her mother had ever taught her about a healer's duty. That no matter how terrible, a healer must never, ever look away from her charge, and it's with this thought at the forefront of her mind that she grabs ahold of his hand and proceeds to tug him away from the destruction. ]
What were you thinking?! What if there had been more of them?! [ That's right Dedue, it's time for one of Lana's infamous, ear-blistering lectures. Just because you're injured doesn't mean you have an out. ] Did you really think I could just leave you? What kind of a person do you think I am? I'm a healer, Dedue Molinaro! Our job is to keep people safe and alive! Not run away while they throw themselves into danger for us! You're not cannon fodder, you're our friend! [ With this last outburst, complete with declaration of newfound friendsip, she seems to simmer down... At least for the moment. There's a long silence as she hurries them away from the smoke.
The sounds of the fire are finally growing dimmer, and so she draws them both to a stop at last and whirls around to finally face him, her face streaked with soot and tears. ] Sit down right this instant and show me all your injuries. You are not moving another inch until I have attended absolutely every ache and pain you have. [ Judging by the look on her face, she absolutely means it... Yet, she can't help but deflate now that everything is out of her system. ] ... Please, don't ever frighten me like that again. I can't bear to see you keep getting hurt for my sake...