[ Kettara coughs hard, baring her teeth. This was easier when she had a task and a certain amount of urgency about it. There was less time to think. She's seen the aftermath of drownings before and even if most everything around here smells human, she still believes everyone ought to have an honorable death. Drowning is a hard, ugly way to die.
And, given the circumstances, there's really no need to hasten a second one just yet. Honorable or otherwise.
She eyes the man for a long time, considering his words, and then nods.
Then she unhooks one of her axes and holds it out to him, handle first.]
I need you to cut my armor off.
[ She jerks her chin at him, showing her tusks. It would be easy for him to stab her like this, to gut her like an animal. And here she is offering him the tools to do so.
Foolish. But she helped him, so perhaps he will help her in return. It would be the honorable thing, and she's been told humans can be, on occasion.
Kettara isn't certain she believes that. But she hurts and the chest plate is constricting her breathing. Her wounds healed when she woke up on the ferry, but her armor did not. As such, it still bears the impact of where the rock elemental grabbed her and then, quite matter of factly, crushed her. The front clasps have been mangled beyond hope of salvage; the chest plate needs to be cut from her back. ]
I cannot reach.
[ The anger in her voice is low and harsh, and her free hand is clenched into a tight fist. She doesn't hate this man but part of her wants to. She ought to bear her shame in private, and certainly not in front of someone who looks and smells so very human, but her duty is to protect and provide aid to those who need it. ]
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And, given the circumstances, there's really no need to hasten a second one just yet. Honorable or otherwise.
She eyes the man for a long time, considering his words, and then nods.
Then she unhooks one of her axes and holds it out to him, handle first.]
I need you to cut my armor off.
[ She jerks her chin at him, showing her tusks. It would be easy for him to stab her like this, to gut her like an animal. And here she is offering him the tools to do so.
Foolish. But she helped him, so perhaps he will help her in return. It would be the honorable thing, and she's been told humans can be, on occasion.
Kettara isn't certain she believes that. But she hurts and the chest plate is constricting her breathing. Her wounds healed when she woke up on the ferry, but her armor did not. As such, it still bears the impact of where the rock elemental grabbed her and then, quite matter of factly, crushed her. The front clasps have been mangled beyond hope of salvage; the chest plate needs to be cut from her back. ]
I cannot reach.
[ The anger in her voice is low and harsh, and her free hand is clenched into a tight fist. She doesn't hate this man but part of her wants to. She ought to bear her shame in private, and certainly not in front of someone who looks and smells so very human, but her duty is to protect and provide aid to those who need it. ]