The Sunspire This mortal form is a bit battered

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Scoffing again, she shook her head. It is odd, yes, but some truly have no sense of their own mortality when their bravery exceeds straight stupidity.. she murmured. It was becoming apparent that it was the trespassing female's sort of thinking -- or so Amekaze could assume from here.

And as expected, the shoulder was the worst of it. But there was more. She tilted her head. So she fights dirty, too, hm? she quipped, trying not to find any humor in Jace's wounded balls with a straight face. While she couldn't exactly sympathize with the pain, she guessed it would hurt greatly to have one's genitals mangled. Then consider yourself lucky. A surprise neutering was much worse. She nosed him gently on the neck, careful to mind the injuries. But honestly. That is just.. rude. If I find her next time, there will be no mercy, she smirked subtly, somewhat interested in the idea as she pulled back.

In regards to a wound dressing, she furrowed her brows some. While not her strongest skill, it was at least one she was slowly learning on the fly. But it just seemed necessary when it always seemed like someone was finding trouble in one way or another. I think I should have something. To help slow up the bleeding, at least a little.. she gestured, and left him the option to wait here or to follow.