Rest at your Throne. The others will be pleased to know that you've returned.
[ There's a reverence that Lancer feels required to give, in spite of it all: a quiet moment where the digs his lance into the ground and bows his head briefly, for a fallen warrior that he recognizes as a worthy adversary.
Hand curled over the handle of his weapon and the other against the wound in his side to stem the bleeding, he closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them with a slow flutter, turning towards Ai with slight urgency. ]
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[ There's a reverence that Lancer feels required to give, in spite of it all: a quiet moment where the digs his lance into the ground and bows his head briefly, for a fallen warrior that he recognizes as a worthy adversary.
Hand curled over the handle of his weapon and the other against the wound in his side to stem the bleeding, he closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them with a slow flutter, turning towards Ai with slight urgency. ]
...Are you hurt?