A girl? [She's. Squinting. Her eyes are going a little unfocused. The bleeding is getting worse. The image of Yuel lifting up her dress in the middle of this is a lot.]
[ Yuel is definitely lifting her dress up, but she's also getting worried now, firming holding the fabric against her nose while her other hand unconsciously rubs down her back. ]
That name doesn't sound familiar at all but— maybe we should talk about it later. Yer not lookin' too good, I think ya should lie down.
[She's bleeding all over Yuel's dress, she realizes faintly, and that's. . . so humiliating and gross. But she does seem to be stabilizing a little, now.]
I'm just sayin'. [ Wipes off the remaining blood on Harrow's face, assuming she's stopped. ] Something must be the matter if yer rememberin' things all weird.
Yuel, you must stop saying this. Ortus owed his duty to me, as my cavalier. As far as personal feelings between the two of us, I suspect he loathed me.
I'm the one—? [ She cuts off when she sees more blood, stretching her tiny dress to the best of her ability to wipe it off. ] Why do ya keep bleedin'?!
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No. . . no. . . Tridentarius, do you mean?
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That name doesn't sound familiar at all but— maybe we should talk about it later. Yer not lookin' too good, I think ya should lie down.
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[She's bleeding all over Yuel's dress, she realizes faintly, and that's. . . so humiliating and gross. But she does seem to be stabilizing a little, now.]
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[ Yuel doesn't mind the blood, and she's going to carefully try and ease Harrow into resting on her lap, if she can. ]
How many fingers am I holdin' up?
[ It's two. ]
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But she doesn't. And she lets herself be eased into a lap but she looks grumpy.]
Two. I'm not blind.
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Ya seemed pretty close to that Gideon.
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Yuel, you must stop saying this. Ortus owed his duty to me, as my cavalier. As far as personal feelings between the two of us, I suspect he loathed me.
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She just flicks her finger at Harrow's forehead. ]
Yer rememberin' wrong. What're you gettin' upset with me for anyway?
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[There's blood trickling from her ears now. It's probably fine.]
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Maybe we should take ya to the med bay.