[It was the only reasonable explanation for how Midii could still be so calm. Despite the dirt and grime and the scratches marring her skin...surrounded by chaos and panick...her expression was unreadable, eyes distant, and voice as soft as if they were discussing the weather.]
[Slowly, her eyes traveled down to her hands. Her arms. Looking over her petite frame, and the faint tears in her clothes, before turning back to him.]
Flesh wounds. I barely feel them.
[Her attention then turned to the fallen kedan, and despite everything, her first instinct was the help the poor man up, kneeling down to offer what little support she could.]
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[It was the only reasonable explanation for how Midii could still be so calm. Despite the dirt and grime and the scratches marring her skin...surrounded by chaos and panick...her expression was unreadable, eyes distant, and voice as soft as if they were discussing the weather.]
[Slowly, her eyes traveled down to her hands. Her arms. Looking over her petite frame, and the faint tears in her clothes, before turning back to him.]
Flesh wounds. I barely feel them.
[Her attention then turned to the fallen kedan, and despite everything, her first instinct was the help the poor man up, kneeling down to offer what little support she could.]
Use my shoulder. It's alright.