She nearly jumped when she heard his voice out of nowhere.
About a million thoughts all rang through her head at once, all various bitchings at Hiruma for having the indecency of stalking her on something like this because apparently it was some sort of sick fun for him to get into everyone's business but let no one in on his own. Have you been following me?! seemed to rank highest on her list of things to chastise him for without an answer to the question, even, though for now, there were obviously more important things to attend to.
"Not now, I-- hold on a second, okay? I'm-- I need to concentrate, and I can't, and I don't want him to die. No, I don't know anything besides what Sandrock told us."
It seemed to answer the newcomers question, as well, and Mamori was starting to wonder just how many people were going to show up to come watch the spectacle here. She hoped that not too many people would come-- especially not people who Quatre hadn't even given directions to in the first place. The others, the healers, that was one thing, but--
Well, frankly, she wasn't too thrilled about an audience. Made it harder to concentrate, too.
Still, even in spite of that, she closed her eyes once more, letting the calming sensation overcome her as she kept healing him. It felt strange, but it was almost like she could feel that he'd be all right.
She hoped that wasn't just her mind trying to tell her something she wanted to hear.
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About a million thoughts all rang through her head at once, all various bitchings at Hiruma for having the indecency of stalking her on something like this because apparently it was some sort of sick fun for him to get into everyone's business but let no one in on his own. Have you been following me?! seemed to rank highest on her list of things to chastise him for without an answer to the question, even, though for now, there were obviously more important things to attend to.
"Not now, I-- hold on a second, okay? I'm-- I need to concentrate, and I can't, and I don't want him to die. No, I don't know anything besides what Sandrock told us."
It seemed to answer the newcomers question, as well, and Mamori was starting to wonder just how many people were going to show up to come watch the spectacle here. She hoped that not too many people would come-- especially not people who Quatre hadn't even given directions to in the first place. The others, the healers, that was one thing, but--
Well, frankly, she wasn't too thrilled about an audience. Made it harder to concentrate, too.
Still, even in spite of that, she closed her eyes once more, letting the calming sensation overcome her as she kept healing him. It felt strange, but it was almost like she could feel that he'd be all right.
She hoped that wasn't just her mind trying to tell her something she wanted to hear.