[Larcei allows him to roll up her sleeve. It's at least not broken, but it's still clearly a wrist that has been bent to beyond its limit and it's going to need a splint. She's doing her best not to move it around much--it's swollen up nicely at this point, and it's definitely going to become an interesting pattern of colors in a short while.
...Gods, did he have to ask? Did he really have to? That's her first thought, and the anger at hearing the question flashes across Larcei's face. But that's not fair. That's her own humiliation surging up, and she knows that the anger should not be directed at Kim Kitsuragi.]
...no. [just the 'no' won't be enough. she knows that. but. gods. she has to keep going!!] I was trying out a new sword.
[If she wasn't in pain from her wrist, she might be able to resist the impulse to hang her head in shame. Unfortunately she doesn't quite have resistance in her right now.]
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...Gods, did he have to ask? Did he really have to? That's her first thought, and the anger at hearing the question flashes across Larcei's face. But that's not fair. That's her own humiliation surging up, and she knows that the anger should not be directed at Kim Kitsuragi.]
...no. [just the 'no' won't be enough. she knows that. but. gods. she has to keep going!!] I was trying out a new sword.
[If she wasn't in pain from her wrist, she might be able to resist the impulse to hang her head in shame. Unfortunately she doesn't quite have resistance in her right now.]