[ Her scream is both fear and surprise, and she scrambles back as Estinien lets loose, eyes wide, modesty out the window. It's not too far away — but far enough out of the way of Estinien's fire, and far enough that she's closer to Amos than she might like, if she were paying attention.
What are you?
The question dies on her lips — she is, at least, smart enough to know that now is not the time to ask, even if she's never seen anything like it before. Not even Angeal's copy—
No, it's not the time for that, either.
She finally looks at her surroundings, watching Amos. Instead of Estinien, she turns a much more prudent question to him: ]
no subject
What are you?
The question dies on her lips — she is, at least, smart enough to know that now is not the time to ask, even if she's never seen anything like it before. Not even Angeal's copy—
No, it's not the time for that, either.
She finally looks at her surroundings, watching Amos. Instead of Estinien, she turns a much more prudent question to him: ]
Why are you here!?