What are you planning--[ Ommph. Her interrogation desists as she feels a tug around her waste. She's sure that it was originally around her ankle, but has little time to question. You see, Saber was never born to envy birds for flying, so she feels rather helpless being dragged through the air like a dangling ornament.
This is...
Humiliating.
Once they land, she's quiet. It's hard to tell if she's seething or now, eyes still wide as if still in shock either from such insolence or fright. Whichever it is, she sharply turns her head to several directions, looking for the next ledge they should use, without giving a second glance to either of them. He had to do it she tells herself. They're pressed for time she thinks to herself.
Gilgamesh is right to scoot away. Still, she points to the next promising ledge. ]
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This is...
Humiliating.
Once they land, she's quiet. It's hard to tell if she's seething or now, eyes still wide as if still in shock either from such insolence or fright. Whichever it is, she sharply turns her head to several directions, looking for the next ledge they should use, without giving a second glance to either of them. He had to do it she tells herself. They're pressed for time she thinks to herself.
Gilgamesh is right to scoot away. Still, she points to the next promising ledge. ]
There. [ Don't dare speak to her right now. ]