[Mipha smiles softly at Mephisto, her heart feeling full with adoration and love for the demon. It's worrying that Mephisto doesn't seem to have any faith in his own abilities here against this thing, but touching that he's worrying about her. That's cute.
The dragon? Not so much. Mipha steels her jaw in determination. She doesn't have to touch the dragon, but she still has to get close, testing the limits of her range. It involves a lot more ducking around than she'd like, but the healing does seem to be having an adverse effect, at least, slowing his own healing down.
She winces when the dragon thrashes, moving quickly to avoid getting smacked with a wing or hit with blood. It's long and rather tedious work, but Mipha doesn't seem about to quit any time soon, expression set in stubborn determination. Honestly it's a good thing that it's up to Mephisto, because it's clear Mipha would probably sacrifice herself for the greater good here]
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The dragon? Not so much. Mipha steels her jaw in determination. She doesn't have to touch the dragon, but she still has to get close, testing the limits of her range. It involves a lot more ducking around than she'd like, but the healing does seem to be having an adverse effect, at least, slowing his own healing down.
She winces when the dragon thrashes, moving quickly to avoid getting smacked with a wing or hit with blood. It's long and rather tedious work, but Mipha doesn't seem about to quit any time soon, expression set in stubborn determination. Honestly it's a good thing that it's up to Mephisto, because it's clear Mipha would probably sacrifice herself for the greater good here]