[She might be hauling water and the like for her own team, but she's also one to easily step up and do the same with others. Truly, it wasn't that big of a deal, not as much as it should have, or could have been. When finding supplies and where it was supposed to go, she pointed to it and...]
Are you on shore duty, or ship? I could help you take this to the proper location, either way.
[Wasting time before she's to speak to her allies on board? Nah.]
Four
A [That was it. They had won. There was a part of her that was still dazed in the aftermath, uncertain and unable to think of what to make of it all. It had been a true battle, with those she still did not know and then they...well. It was something. Part of Caren was amazed that she had lived throughout it all. She thought that at one point or another, that she would have been killed during the battle.
No such luck. Instead, she has children she has to gently pull off of her weak legs, asking for autographs (Something about her being an amazing tiny terror?) But it was one man-one that she believed was drunk out of his gourd-that went over the line.
She was fine with signing all sorts of bodies. Even men's flabby chests, but this one? Grabbed her to lay one on her lips.
With an exasperated huff, she made to punch the man in the stomach.]
Don't do that!
[Grumble grumble HUFF. God in heaven.]
I truly despise savage men.
B
[Really, the only reason she had stayed at the hotel was because...it was closer. Her feet and back were aching, and while she would have been fine with walking, people were rather insistent that she stay here tonight. So she rolled with it. It meant that she could rest, enjoy the feel of bandages against her skin a little longer, and wake up without the rustling of others around her.
Not in the same room at any rate.
In the morning after the battle, she was eating her free breakfast. She planned to report back to the fort before long-there were repairs to do, and there was a number of other things she wanted to practice on as well. Fellow heroes could find her doing one of two things: either eating quietly, her gaze contemplative as she stared at the morning light, or silently pushing a full plate of warm, prepared food in front of them.
What? To her, a hungry person needed to be fed. She can get another plate anyway. She thought she saw some hero pastries that she could nibble on.]
Caren Ortensia (outside of team)
[She might be hauling water and the like for her own team, but she's also one to easily step up and do the same with others. Truly, it wasn't that big of a deal, not as much as it should have, or could have been. When finding supplies and where it was supposed to go, she pointed to it and...]
Are you on shore duty, or ship? I could help you take this to the proper location, either way.
[Wasting time before she's to speak to her allies on board? Nah.]
Four
A
[That was it. They had won. There was a part of her that was still dazed in the aftermath, uncertain and unable to think of what to make of it all. It had been a true battle, with those she still did not know and then they...well. It was something. Part of Caren was amazed that she had lived throughout it all. She thought that at one point or another, that she would have been killed during the battle.
No such luck. Instead, she has children she has to gently pull off of her weak legs, asking for autographs (Something about her being an amazing tiny terror?) But it was one man-one that she believed was drunk out of his gourd-that went over the line.
She was fine with signing all sorts of bodies. Even men's flabby chests, but this one? Grabbed her to lay one on her lips.
With an exasperated huff, she made to punch the man in the stomach.]
Don't do that!
[Grumble grumble HUFF. God in heaven.]
I truly despise savage men.
B
[Really, the only reason she had stayed at the hotel was because...it was closer. Her feet and back were aching, and while she would have been fine with walking, people were rather insistent that she stay here tonight. So she rolled with it. It meant that she could rest, enjoy the feel of bandages against her skin a little longer, and wake up without the rustling of others around her.
Not in the same room at any rate.
In the morning after the battle, she was eating her free breakfast. She planned to report back to the fort before long-there were repairs to do, and there was a number of other things she wanted to practice on as well. Fellow heroes could find her doing one of two things: either eating quietly, her gaze contemplative as she stared at the morning light, or silently pushing a full plate of warm, prepared food in front of them.
What? To her, a hungry person needed to be fed. She can get another plate anyway. She thought she saw some hero pastries that she could nibble on.]