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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.

[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?

[...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]

.... [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.]

[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. :|]

[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?

[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.

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...

[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.]

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?

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.]

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?

[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?

Usually, but sometimes I need help with maintaining it because… something when I was younger crippled my wings. [She doesn't remember what exactly it was that happened to her, or if it was a series of events that led up to their current state.] I used to think it was because I'm a half-blood, but that wasn't it.

Something...? [His expression darkens considerably for a moment. Someone had hurt her like that? He's no longer surprised by the abhorrent cruelty of people, but that does not make it any easier to accept. Not even close.

But she probably doesn't want to talk about it, does she?] ...If I held your hand and flew with you, would that help?

[Her face lights up when he makes the offer, because she hadn't expected him to make it. Maybe just give her a few directions as they went up like people usually did.] It would help a lot! Would you do that for me, Mithos?

Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise. [and he'll extend his hand toward her again. Ready when you are.]

[And she reaches out to take his hand again, being more careful this time so she doesn't miss and holding on firmly, the look in her eyes conveying just how much she is trusting him with this. Perhaps he didn't realize it, but Mithos was the only person she has deliberately shown her natural wings to since arrival.]

All right... [He makes sure his grip is firm too before lifting into the air a little. Nice and easy. There's a quick glance to the transporter behind them to make sure no one else is coming.]

[Carefully she pushes herself onto her tiptoes and lifts herself into the air alongside him, relishing the small taste of freedom flight would always give her. This time was especially relieving, because as far as she knows it's been well over a year since she's had the privilege of open flight.

While she doesn't sense anyone coming from the transporter, she trusted Mithos to get them away from view as soon as possible.]

[It's been too long since he's flown as well - not since he died and came to Luceti. Hovering around the preparation facilities prior to battle hardly counted. It wasn't wide open like out here. Once they're high enough in the air he begins with a moderate speed, unsure of what Kaori will be able to keep up with. Plus, there are trees to look out for. And they're off!]

[Her grip on his hand is firm, steadying herself just slightly. She can feel her wings protesting having been neglected for so long the further they went, she would have to find some method that could help with that.]

Do you see anything suspicious yet, Mithos?

Just some others from the village. [a little ways away, to the side. Not that they aren't suspicious, but the Third Party soldiers are the primary concern since their intent is more obvious. He's listening carefully for anything that could be approaching, keeping his eyes peeled for a good location to camp out. Enhanced senses sure come in handy.]

Then let's hurry up and get out of here. [And find somewhere to land before her wings decide to give out and he has to carry her around everywhere.]

[He just nods, very much wanting to do the same.] Right. [He'll speed up just slightly, hoping she can follow suit.]

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