[Yona can't reach the sword from here, sadly. Her arms are too short. But she squirms and tries to free herself from under the costume enough to be able to reach it. ...her fingertips graze the hilt of the sword, and she manages to nudge it close enough to herself to actually grasp it.
She lets out a little hah of triumph before turning and doing exactly as he says.
...
The fake blood sprays all over her face, and she shrieks.]
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[Yona can't reach the sword from here, sadly. Her arms are too short. But she squirms and tries to free herself from under the costume enough to be able to reach it. ...her fingertips graze the hilt of the sword, and she manages to nudge it close enough to herself to actually grasp it.
She lets out a little hah of triumph before turning and doing exactly as he says.
...
The fake blood sprays all over her face, and she shrieks.]