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[imatreenow]

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[BACKDATED to whenever the jungle draft was.]

[seiriald]

[The minute Kaori stepped off the transporter to the area in which they would be fighting, it became clear that something was wrong. The air was too thick with humidity, and she nearly fell flat on her face when her foot became caught in the undergrowth of the jungle; it was only quick reflexes that allowed her to stick out her hands soon enough to break her fall. Regardless, the skin stretching across her palms was now scraped, and entering a badly with even the most minor of wounds was never a good idea.

Raising her face, she tries to take in as much of the surroundings as she can while waiting for her friend.]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[He follows shortly after, gliding smoothly off the platform and ready for battle with his seraphic wings out. When he sees her, he immediately lowers himself to the ground and offers a hand to help her up. Concern is evident on his face and in his voice.]

Did you hurt yourself?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

There's no pain. [Not that much, anyway. Turning her face toward him, she doesn't realize that he's offering to help her up. It's not a gesture she's used to anyway.]

I'll be fine?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

Here, take my hand. [Still holding it out to her. He isn't very convinced, quickly entering into worry mode.]

I brought some medical supplies. [Gels and such, in a handy pouch] Just let me take a look at it.

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

[Oh, he was holding out his hand? Strange, she hadn't even noticed any movement that indicated he had. Turning in the direction his voice had come from she raises her hand slowly, trying to find a source of body heat amidst the humid air. When she thinks she finds it she closes her hand, hoping that her guess was correct.]

'Kay, but I don't think I'll need medical supplies. We need to save those, right?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[...You...kinda missed a little. He corrects her misjudgment and takes her hand in his, gently pulling her up. Studying her carefully for a moment as he does so. There's something...odd about.....hmm.]

But if you're hurt you may not be able to fight as well, opening yourself to the risk of being injured more severely. [he'll reach for her other hand to give it a look-over]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

.... [Mithos, do stop using logic when we're both driven by emotions. :|]

I... guess you're right, huh? [Though by now she's caught on that she missed grabbing his hand. It would be too much to hope he didn't at least notice it, they were both too perceptive and suspicious to be able to miss something like that, weren't they? But she's not going to do or say anything to draw his attention to it.]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[It's because he'd flip his shit if you got badly hurt. He examines the scrape across her palm -- nothing too major, but it would likely inhibit weapon use. He'd rather not risk it. He pulls out a gel and offers it.]

Take one of these. [eat it. it's like candy. :|]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

[One of these? Turning more toward him so she can at least try to pick up the smell of whatever it was he was offering her. It wasn't like anything she'd encountered before, she thinks.]

What is that?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[He'll press it into her uninjured hand, still eyeing her with concern.]

It's a gel...you eat it and it heals your body.

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

Gel? [Like that weird stuff people sometimes put in their hair? Whatever it is she takes it and pops it in her mouth, surprised that it didn't taste bitter like most medicine tends to do.]

It's sweet...

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[He nods, just glad that she took it.] Good. Don't worry, either -- I brought plenty.

[Looking around.] ...We should start moving. [Others could show up via the transporter, and he would rather not deal with whoever that might be. More for her sake than his.]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

You're right. [She didn't want to deal with anyone else coming behind them in the transporter, and had made quite the effort to avoid to evade Frey and her usual 'knights' in favor of accompanying Mithos, partly because she was worried about him and partly for their own safety; she didn't think Mithos would take too kindly to them being so friendly with her in his presence.]

Where should we go? Do we wait for them or seek them out?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

It would be a good idea to get to higher ground... [Except with how dense the foliage is, it would still be difficult to scope out enemies. Still, it provides a natural fortress of sorts so it's good start.]

We have no reason to seek the enemy out. Our goal is survival. [Rather, his goal is her survival. With his full angelic power in tact, he isn't too concerned about himself.]

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[seiriald]

Right. [Attempting to get a feel for her surroundings again, but the environment is just so foreign she doesn't know where to even begin. After several moments of silence she releases a frustrated sigh, turning to Mithos as two pairs of large, beige wings come out of her back to accompany her smaller Luceti ones. No matter how she felt about this, releasing her natural wings into the open air was always a great relief.]

Will you help me there?

[BACKDATED to hell aka June 3rd]

[imatreenow]

[He watches carefully as the silence passes, finding that he wonders what is going through her head. The wings surprise him, but he quickly chalks it up as an advantage. Her question seems strange though...] Can you fly?