[She got close enough, almost out of happenstance. In a desperate attempt to clear civilians from the battlefield, Mantis had succumbed -- if only for a moment -- to the great dragon's terrible rage. Someone had pulled her away, for which she is grateful. Had she not been pulled away, she might have stayed far too long.
She looks around her, at the people here and there. Some are tending to themselves, or others. Some are talking quietly among one or two others; still others are simply resting. The most that Mantis could do here is to provide a little contentment, to ease wartorn hearts and minds, but these are things she isn't sure that she has the wherewithal for.
Not yet. Not when she's standing on a knife's edge herself.] I will stay here. [She tears her gaze from the people around them.] I cannot help them yet.
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She looks around her, at the people here and there. Some are tending to themselves, or others. Some are talking quietly among one or two others; still others are simply resting. The most that Mantis could do here is to provide a little contentment, to ease wartorn hearts and minds, but these are things she isn't sure that she has the wherewithal for.
Not yet. Not when she's standing on a knife's edge herself.] I will stay here. [She tears her gaze from the people around them.] I cannot help them yet.