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Blood splatters across her clothing, turning her dark blues into dark reds. Speckles of it litter her hair and face as she process what had just transpired. An enemy had charged her as she had just plunged her Parallel Falchion into a separate enemy. The reaction time would be far too late to retrieve her sword from the dead foe and parry, yet she felt no pain. She watches as the dead body slowly sinks to the ground, fizzling with traces of magic.
Lucina’s eyes meet those of one’s shut tight, accompanied with an all too familiar grin. Ah... He.. he saved her. Shame flickers across her face. She had thought she had become strong enough that none should ever save her from anything onward. Yet she had let her guard down again. She wasn’t as strong or capable as she thought she had been. Despicable. She was grateful to draw breath still, yet the action had lowered her morale greatly.
“My gratitude, Henry. And... my apologies. I... had not taken proper steps towards survey of the area. I owe my life to you.”