[ If it was someone else, maybe even a complete stranger, she would have allowed this to continue for her own safety. However, it's Adrasteius, one of the first to talk to her, her roommate, and her comrade. She senses his distress and weariness quite easily, two of the few emotions she can easily read. There are far too many fond memories to let him take the fall for her. A king, a knight--Artoria will not allow this any longer.
She stands up when they come closer, doing what she can not to barf at how he's speaking to the elf. When they slow, she grabs Gilgamesh's wrists and puts a pause to this dance. There's that familiar glower, adamant and unyielding. ]
I will take his place. [ She would like to let Adra rest like she did, maybe admire the flowers more. It's the least she can do with all the trouble they both have caused him with their clashes. ]
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She stands up when they come closer, doing what she can not to barf at how he's speaking to the elf. When they slow, she grabs Gilgamesh's wrists and puts a pause to this dance. There's that familiar glower, adamant and unyielding. ]
I will take his place. [ She would like to let Adra rest like she did, maybe admire the flowers more. It's the least she can do with all the trouble they both have caused him with their clashes. ]