That's not the important thing to take away from this. Yukina is comforted as Chariot looks down at her, as that metallic hand comes to rest on her head for a moment. It's a familiar gesture.
Being told to step back -
That's familiar, too.
She knows there isn't much she could do to stop this. The man and his friends - they were itching for a fight. Why else would they have come to find them, and with weapons, no less? This was never going end without violence.
That doesn't make her any less sick to her stomach when it all plays out, though.
By the time Polnareff is done, Yukina has brought both of her hands up to cover her mouth, watching him with wide eyes. She's trembling. She's watched people fight before, but there's something about this - knowing that it started because she'd caught someone's attention, and it had escalated - that makes her feel vaguely ill. It's like Tarukane all over again, except this time, nobody had anything to gain from this fight.
When he looks back at her, her gaze travels from his face to the wounds from the knife.
She's moving before she's really aware of what she's doing. Her hands come out to rest over the wounds, and his blood coats her skin as she focuses. It takes longer than just mending the bruises - but the flow of blood flows, and then stops, as his skin knits itself back together.
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That's not the important thing to take away from this. Yukina is comforted as Chariot looks down at her, as that metallic hand comes to rest on her head for a moment. It's a familiar gesture.
Being told to step back -
That's familiar, too.
She knows there isn't much she could do to stop this. The man and his friends - they were itching for a fight. Why else would they have come to find them, and with weapons, no less? This was never going end without violence.
That doesn't make her any less sick to her stomach when it all plays out, though.
By the time Polnareff is done, Yukina has brought both of her hands up to cover her mouth, watching him with wide eyes. She's trembling. She's watched people fight before, but there's something about this - knowing that it started because she'd caught someone's attention, and it had escalated - that makes her feel vaguely ill. It's like Tarukane all over again, except this time, nobody had anything to gain from this fight.
When he looks back at her, her gaze travels from his face to the wounds from the knife.
She's moving before she's really aware of what she's doing. Her hands come out to rest over the wounds, and his blood coats her skin as she focuses. It takes longer than just mending the bruises - but the flow of blood flows, and then stops, as his skin knits itself back together.
Her voice is a little shaky when she speaks up.]
Did they hurt you anywhere else...?