[She knows that his concentration is not the full reason that they have both fallen silent—they both have their reasons for doing so, but the air is more tense than she had expected it to be, and there's a twinge of fear in her chest. Is it because of what she had done? What he'd just seen her do? Anyone would be afraid and they should be, but... not him...
Those are the thoughts that she wrestles with as they whirl around the corner. She sees the glint of steel before everything else, and her instinct creates a wind around their feet, a wall of magic to guard both her and Cid from the oncoming blow before he is able to parry it.
And even with the familiarity between the two of them, Benedikta remains on her guard, looking like a bloody, frightened cat ready to attack, waiting with her hackles raised for the perfect moment to strike. She eyes the otter warily and he looks at her, and Benedikta glances at Cid...]
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Those are the thoughts that she wrestles with as they whirl around the corner. She sees the glint of steel before everything else, and her instinct creates a wind around their feet, a wall of magic to guard both her and Cid from the oncoming blow before he is able to parry it.
And even with the familiarity between the two of them, Benedikta remains on her guard, looking like a bloody, frightened cat ready to attack, waiting with her hackles raised for the perfect moment to strike. She eyes the otter warily and he looks at her, and Benedikta glances at Cid...]