[Hayame did not come to the Shrine of the Sovereign to help anyone. There were softer-hearted people who came with that purpose in mind, who brought blankets and food and water... But though she has such things for herself...
What she has brought is a bow. She was hoping to encounter Kenoma here who had come to steal new recruits for their cause, or at the very least Achamite guards whose heads she could send back to that city with a note proclaiming what fate awaited those who chose to serve the Regent... And instead-
An "egg" that she is passing cracks... and practically spills a man in front of her. Hayame steps back, the sound of her hooves echoing in the crystalline cavern, her lip drawing back over teeth far too sharp to belong to a woman who is half human-looking and half a dun mare. And for that man to suddenly ask- no, demand a drink from her? Hayame reaches into back, and there is what seems to be a flask hung on the harness around her "waist"...
But what she does is put her hand into a saddlebag, pulling out a light blanket she sometimes put over her rump... and tossing it at the man disdainfully, in direct contrast to the more maidenly flush that has appeared on her cheeks.]
REBIRTH
What she has brought is a bow. She was hoping to encounter Kenoma here who had come to steal new recruits for their cause, or at the very least Achamite guards whose heads she could send back to that city with a note proclaiming what fate awaited those who chose to serve the Regent... And instead-
An "egg" that she is passing cracks... and practically spills a man in front of her. Hayame steps back, the sound of her hooves echoing in the crystalline cavern, her lip drawing back over teeth far too sharp to belong to a woman who is half human-looking and half a dun mare. And for that man to suddenly ask- no, demand a drink from her? Hayame reaches into back, and there is what seems to be a flask hung on the harness around her "waist"...
But what she does is put her hand into a saddlebag, pulling out a light blanket she sometimes put over her rump... and tossing it at the man disdainfully, in direct contrast to the more maidenly flush that has appeared on her cheeks.]
Cover yourself.
[What sort of shameless cur--]