[In all fairness, Gilgamesh had been distracted, too. Though not exactly one to worry over group opinion, Gilgamesh still recognizes would need to act in relative sync with each other in order to triumph. When it came down to it, would Saber really protect him? Could he really protect her, knowing no gratitude would likely await, but perhaps even further scorn? Even Gilgamesh's pride could only withstand so much insult.
It distracts him long enough to disregard the vulnerable healer beside him. Just as he runs the second of the rear Ocypetes through the heart with his blade, he hears a slip and a sudden cry; thankfully, he reacts just in time to grab the falling elf by the hand and hoist him up again. Of course, that does nothing for his wounds, and as such he's forced to cradle him while Saber takes care of the remaining enemies.
This is, perhaps, the first of many painful lessons that being a leader didn't just mean barking commands and hoping for the best. Gilgamesh winces, for Adra's sake as well as his own. He looked incredibly foolish here, and rather than try to shout the situation down some more, he owns up to it.]
Worry not. I shall fix this.
[And he does, chanting a healing spell to tend the nasty claw marks. Gilgamesh rubs soothingly on his back throughout.]
...even for a King, I acted too boldly, too brashly. Forgive me.
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It distracts him long enough to disregard the vulnerable healer beside him. Just as he runs the second of the rear Ocypetes through the heart with his blade, he hears a slip and a sudden cry; thankfully, he reacts just in time to grab the falling elf by the hand and hoist him up again. Of course, that does nothing for his wounds, and as such he's forced to cradle him while Saber takes care of the remaining enemies.
This is, perhaps, the first of many painful lessons that being a leader didn't just mean barking commands and hoping for the best. Gilgamesh winces, for Adra's sake as well as his own. He looked incredibly foolish here, and rather than try to shout the situation down some more, he owns up to it.]
Worry not. I shall fix this.
[And he does, chanting a healing spell to tend the nasty claw marks. Gilgamesh rubs soothingly on his back throughout.]
...even for a King, I acted too boldly, too brashly. Forgive me.