[Though they'd undoubtedly been victorious, Gilgamesh wasn't much in the mood for celebration, either. Not after nearly drowning, then having to fight for his life on shore. Somehow, he'd wound up struggling next to Tieria, and even though he still recalls their previous disagreement there had been no time in the heat of the moment to argue; they wound up supporting each other, back to back, until the last of their enemies had fallen and they could finally take a break.
Gilgamesh follows after him, partially out of habit since they'd spent the last few hours together, and notes he's very, very tired. So was he, but Gilgamesh was also sturdier than most Queens and could take blows all the more easily as a result. He's cut up, but not nearly to the same degree as his comrade. Still abuzz from their previous battle, Gilgamesh offers without much thought:]
Are you in need of healing?
[And for once, it's extended free of ego. Perhaps Tieria was in a bad mood, but he was also smart enough to know when it was time to admit defeat. Maybe. Probably.]
modified B, as discussed!
Gilgamesh follows after him, partially out of habit since they'd spent the last few hours together, and notes he's very, very tired. So was he, but Gilgamesh was also sturdier than most Queens and could take blows all the more easily as a result. He's cut up, but not nearly to the same degree as his comrade. Still abuzz from their previous battle, Gilgamesh offers without much thought:]
Are you in need of healing?
[And for once, it's extended free of ego. Perhaps Tieria was in a bad mood, but he was also smart enough to know when it was time to admit defeat. Maybe. Probably.]