I'd suggest you stop talking like that if you don't want to make me even more cross with you!
[ And she means it: Lana is furious. With Dedue for rushing off like that, with herself for putting him in this situation in the first place. Kneeling in front of him, her heart breaks. Blisters from the heat and cuts from who knows what else have formed over his visible skin. There's blood seeping somewhere else from under his uniform, too. He's just as ash-streaked as Lana is, maybe even more so. And with all of this in her sight, Lana feels so powerless. ]
Do you think me so cruel a person as to leave someone who risked his idiot life for me behind? To leave him in pain? I may not be much, sir, but I have told you I am a healer. I will not forsake a single life in front of me. Especially not one of someone kind enough to protect me. [ The tears are coming back now; perhaps a drop or two might fall on Deude's large and gentle hands as Lana takes them in hers, the gentle glow of a healing spell spreading from her fingertips to mend his aches. With her magic running low, contact during healing is best: this way she can focus it exactly where it needs to go. ] ... But I will accept your apology if you stop speaking to me like this. If not I will simply never forgive you and you'll be in my debt until you do. [ It's a little underhanded, maybe, but Lana is not above that. Her dearest uncle is a thief, for goodness sake. She's bound to have learned a few things from him.
In fact, in a certain sense... Dedue reminds her of someone. Her father, namely. The way he sacrificed himself immediately for her, spoke down about himself, as though he were lesser -- a mirror of her dear father! Just because of his common birth, even though her mother loved him! Lana's teeth grind together at the thought. Foolishly kind souls who have no idea of their own value, for people who shouldn't even be granted the time of day! ]
I will not be doing that, thank you very much. Unbutton your jacket, please. I need to see where else you're bleeding. [ Her tone leaves absolutely no room for argument. Her magic may have soothed the aches on his hands and arms, but she still has work to do. ] We can approach Remire as a man of Duscur and a Crestless lowborn, then. They can revile us all they like. They certainly haven't done anything to prove their value over us. [ A short, indignant pause. ] And I doubt even one of them would behave with as much integrity as you did today. You realise I quite possibly owe you my life, don't you?
i had to hunt down lana's 3h au for this lmao
[ And she means it: Lana is furious. With Dedue for rushing off like that, with herself for putting him in this situation in the first place. Kneeling in front of him, her heart breaks. Blisters from the heat and cuts from who knows what else have formed over his visible skin. There's blood seeping somewhere else from under his uniform, too. He's just as ash-streaked as Lana is, maybe even more so. And with all of this in her sight, Lana feels so powerless. ]
Do you think me so cruel a person as to leave someone who risked his idiot life for me behind? To leave him in pain? I may not be much, sir, but I have told you I am a healer. I will not forsake a single life in front of me. Especially not one of someone kind enough to protect me. [ The tears are coming back now; perhaps a drop or two might fall on Deude's large and gentle hands as Lana takes them in hers, the gentle glow of a healing spell spreading from her fingertips to mend his aches. With her magic running low, contact during healing is best: this way she can focus it exactly where it needs to go. ] ... But I will accept your apology if you stop speaking to me like this. If not I will simply never forgive you and you'll be in my debt until you do. [ It's a little underhanded, maybe, but Lana is not above that. Her dearest uncle is a thief, for goodness sake. She's bound to have learned a few things from him.
In fact, in a certain sense... Dedue reminds her of someone. Her father, namely. The way he sacrificed himself immediately for her, spoke down about himself, as though he were lesser -- a mirror of her dear father! Just because of his common birth, even though her mother loved him! Lana's teeth grind together at the thought. Foolishly kind souls who have no idea of their own value, for people who shouldn't even be granted the time of day! ]
I will not be doing that, thank you very much. Unbutton your jacket, please. I need to see where else you're bleeding. [ Her tone leaves absolutely no room for argument. Her magic may have soothed the aches on his hands and arms, but she still has work to do. ] We can approach Remire as a man of Duscur and a Crestless lowborn, then. They can revile us all they like. They certainly haven't done anything to prove their value over us. [ A short, indignant pause. ] And I doubt even one of them would behave with as much integrity as you did today. You realise I quite possibly owe you my life, don't you?