[ How incredibly embarrassing that in a showdown of weaponry, oppression and desperate escapes, Claude isn't undone by a lance to the gut or a sword through his back but... landing on his ankle wrong after being tossed through the air. He hadn't noticed in the heat of the moment, but after the immediate danger and adrenaline had passed, it became very obvious that he'd sprained something.
So embarrassing. (He's going to take this to grave number two.)
Which is why he manfully ignores the jolt of pain that accompanies his burdened gait. At least he's no slouch when it comes to physical fitness, his grip steady on the unconscious prisoner on his back. He's used to ignoring aches and pains while marching on a campaign anyway.
It's fine, and he even smiles when he hears footsteps as he steps out of the Gallows and his gaze catches on Hibiki, this meeting no less dour than the last.
She suddenly disappears from his vision when a pure white wyvern drops between them, her wings kicking up a gust as she lands. ]
Whoa there! You're going to give people a fright, friend. [ He peers around a wing at Hibiki. ] ... Are you all right?
[ He's asking about more than just the appearance of his lizard. ]
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So embarrassing. (He's going to take this to grave number two.)
Which is why he manfully ignores the jolt of pain that accompanies his burdened gait. At least he's no slouch when it comes to physical fitness, his grip steady on the unconscious prisoner on his back. He's used to ignoring aches and pains while marching on a campaign anyway.
It's fine, and he even smiles when he hears footsteps as he steps out of the Gallows and his gaze catches on Hibiki, this meeting no less dour than the last.
She suddenly disappears from his vision when a pure white wyvern drops between them, her wings kicking up a gust as she lands. ]
Whoa there! You're going to give people a fright, friend. [ He peers around a wing at Hibiki. ] ... Are you all right?
[ He's asking about more than just the appearance of his lizard. ]