Kenshin had no reassuring smiles to give. Exhausted and frayed from the fight as he was, and as grim as the killing of Garland by Parasraya had left him, he'd not stopped staring at the precipice since the battle's end. The ones called Tear and Akane breathed life again, which set him greatly at ease...but his thoughts were for Rialynn and the others.
Miss Rialynn. Adrenaline and his own sense of urgency for the Heroes' hour of need had bayed his dread for a time, but now it locked upon him, and a profound sense of sorrow weighed upon his heart. He thought of the kind young woman he'd met in Balicea, and felt his expression turn ashen. Kenshin's fingers tightened on the handle of his sword. Please be safe. We will find you. Just...please, be safe.
He tried to convince himself of those thoughts. He shook his head, looking wearily around him as Parasraya made a display of strange, dark power before them. Nearby, he could see Jaune Arc struggling to his feet. The younger man who he had met in Naliba had fought valiantly, standing his ground against an assault more brutal than any ought to be expected to ever take - but the anguish on his face did not speak of Chaos' might or magic. Those he had withstood bravely. It was only when the other, red-haired young woman, Pyrrha, had been taken along with Rialynn and the rest that such pain wrote itself on the young warrior's features.
The others approached Parasraya with caution, and Kenshin was sure they would meet the slightest provocation from the mysterious woman (for she was a mystery to him, still so newly arrived) with full defense. So for the meantime, he went to Jaune's side and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Easy now, friend," he said quietly. "You fought well, Jaune, but it was a hard battle. Don't push yourself. We should have someone take a look at those wounds soon."
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Miss Rialynn. Adrenaline and his own sense of urgency for the Heroes' hour of need had bayed his dread for a time, but now it locked upon him, and a profound sense of sorrow weighed upon his heart. He thought of the kind young woman he'd met in Balicea, and felt his expression turn ashen. Kenshin's fingers tightened on the handle of his sword. Please be safe. We will find you. Just...please, be safe.
He tried to convince himself of those thoughts. He shook his head, looking wearily around him as Parasraya made a display of strange, dark power before them. Nearby, he could see Jaune Arc struggling to his feet. The younger man who he had met in Naliba had fought valiantly, standing his ground against an assault more brutal than any ought to be expected to ever take - but the anguish on his face did not speak of Chaos' might or magic. Those he had withstood bravely. It was only when the other, red-haired young woman, Pyrrha, had been taken along with Rialynn and the rest that such pain wrote itself on the young warrior's features.
The others approached Parasraya with caution, and Kenshin was sure they would meet the slightest provocation from the mysterious woman (for she was a mystery to him, still so newly arrived) with full defense. So for the meantime, he went to Jaune's side and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Easy now, friend," he said quietly. "You fought well, Jaune, but it was a hard battle. Don't push yourself. We should have someone take a look at those wounds soon."