"It's my fault, then," she mumbles, a little quiet like she hadn't entirely meant to say it out loud, as her gaze drops to the ground. Of course it is. She'd gone in alone without a plan and with hardly any information - maybe if she'd been smarter about it, she could've figured out something that wouldn't have left the situation as bad as it is, that wouldn't have left one country defenseless and the other just itching to torture Colette for martial superiority. Typical.
She's lost in thought enough that she jumps a little when Nia makes her way over, but she moves, making sure there's room for Nia to check on Zelos without her getting in the way. Maybe she watches a little more closely than necessary as she heals him, but to be fair, they'd only just met. He groans, and she tenses a little, but - no, he's still out, just reacting as the wound closes. Sheena forces herself to relax again, nodding in acknowledgement at Nia's words. "It's not like we're in much shape to go anywhere right now," she tries to joke, weakly. "He just needs rest?" If he's not bleeding anymore, just sleeping off the exhaustion - that’s fine. It's fine.
"Pretty sure my leg's the worst of it," she says, shifting to let Nia see the wound. It's shallow, but wide enough that it'd be annoying the whole time it healed naturally. "If you can heal that, I think I'll be okay." She reaches out, taking her hands gently.
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"It's my fault, then," she mumbles, a little quiet like she hadn't entirely meant to say it out loud, as her gaze drops to the ground. Of course it is. She'd gone in alone without a plan and with hardly any information - maybe if she'd been smarter about it, she could've figured out something that wouldn't have left the situation as bad as it is, that wouldn't have left one country defenseless and the other just itching to torture Colette for martial superiority. Typical.
She's lost in thought enough that she jumps a little when Nia makes her way over, but she moves, making sure there's room for Nia to check on Zelos without her getting in the way. Maybe she watches a little more closely than necessary as she heals him, but to be fair, they'd only just met. He groans, and she tenses a little, but - no, he's still out, just reacting as the wound closes. Sheena forces herself to relax again, nodding in acknowledgement at Nia's words. "It's not like we're in much shape to go anywhere right now," she tries to joke, weakly. "He just needs rest?" If he's not bleeding anymore, just sleeping off the exhaustion - that’s fine. It's fine.
"Pretty sure my leg's the worst of it," she says, shifting to let Nia see the wound. It's shallow, but wide enough that it'd be annoying the whole time it healed naturally. "If you can heal that, I think I'll be okay." She reaches out, taking her hands gently.