Good girl. [A proud, tight grin as he scans the street. He's never been so glad to know an Amicitia, in all honesty. Stubborn and durable, every last one of them. If she says she'll be okay then she will.
Smart, too. She's probably not wrong about their sense of smell. There's enough blood in the air that he can smell it. It might as well be a beacon in the dark to them.]
We can't stay out here, either. They'll break through this spell sooner or later and I won't be able to take them en masse.
[The street seems empty for the moment. They must have all spooked, but whether they're gone or hiding he can't tell. There won't be a better time to move.]
My gym's not far from here. If we can make it there I can wrap your leg. How do you feel about being carried?
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Smart, too. She's probably not wrong about their sense of smell. There's enough blood in the air that he can smell it. It might as well be a beacon in the dark to them.]
We can't stay out here, either. They'll break through this spell sooner or later and I won't be able to take them en masse.
[The street seems empty for the moment. They must have all spooked, but whether they're gone or hiding he can't tell. There won't be a better time to move.]
My gym's not far from here. If we can make it there I can wrap your leg. How do you feel about being carried?