[Hayame does at least manage a cursory attempt at trying to lurk in the communion space that Estinien fills with information, the call to action… but she had barely managed her own request to the ether, and this one is far more charged than hers had been.
She retreats all too soon from the flares of anger and despair and hope and dedication and worry and strife.
But Estinien remains because… of course he does. And it is not her place to say a thing, he is a man grown, a warrior, but eventually… seeing what she perceives to be strain on his features, above the shard in his hand beside her.]
Estinien.
[She raises her head from the robotic movement of waxing her bowstring to try and call his attention back.]
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She retreats all too soon from the flares of anger and despair and hope and dedication and worry and strife.
But Estinien remains because… of course he does. And it is not her place to say a thing, he is a man grown, a warrior, but eventually… seeing what she perceives to be strain on his features, above the shard in his hand beside her.]
Estinien.
[She raises her head from the robotic movement of waxing her bowstring to try and call his attention back.]