[Edelgard tries not to let her anxiety for the situation show--she's thankfully turned to him, but she doesn't want to cause a scene by letting anyone else possibly see that something is wrong. She'll absolutely have to go to the infirmary then, and then Manuela will see the scars, and Edelgard can't afford any set-backs. Not when her plans are closer than ever to being realized.
But even so, Lorenz has a point. If she doesn't get this taken care of soon, it could cause even more problems. She'd rather not deal with anymore injuries than she has to, and especially one that could impair her combat abilities.
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It's hardly your fault that I'm injured, Lorenz. There is no need to blame yourself.
[Edelgard turns back to Lorenz, and her expression is gravely serious.]
But very well. I shall permit you to heal it. [And then, a little quieter.] We are to find somewhere private to do so, however.
[Edelgard stares at his outstretched hand, contemplative for a moment though her expression doesn't change. As much as she wants to say this is all for avoiding a scene, the more Edelgard looks at him, the more she sees how sincere he is. It's not something she can afford to let herself linger on, and yet something in her chest seems to grow tight at seeing such a thing--something that makes her want to reach out and take his hand in hers.
It's silly. It's foolish, even after so long. She can't be falling in love this easily, can she?
Edelgard doesn't wind up taking his hand, but he does have her permission, once they find somewhere private.]
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But even so, Lorenz has a point. If she doesn't get this taken care of soon, it could cause even more problems. She'd rather not deal with anymore injuries than she has to, and especially one that could impair her combat abilities.
...]
It's hardly your fault that I'm injured, Lorenz. There is no need to blame yourself.
[Edelgard turns back to Lorenz, and her expression is gravely serious.]
But very well. I shall permit you to heal it. [And then, a little quieter.] We are to find somewhere private to do so, however.
[Edelgard stares at his outstretched hand, contemplative for a moment though her expression doesn't change. As much as she wants to say this is all for avoiding a scene, the more Edelgard looks at him, the more she sees how sincere he is. It's not something she can afford to let herself linger on, and yet something in her chest seems to grow tight at seeing such a thing--something that makes her want to reach out and take his hand in hers.
It's silly. It's foolish, even after so long. She can't be falling in love this easily, can she?
Edelgard doesn't wind up taking his hand, but he does have her permission, once they find somewhere private.]