[Sayori searches Lion's face, and in that fraction of a second, there's a clear flash of the person behind the carefree veneer that Sayori so often wears.
It vanishes, though her expression remains uncharacteristically serious. Though her cheeks are pale with fear, her eyes are set in determination.] You're a cleric, right? Your healing is stronger than mine, so I should do this part until you get tired.
[How very pragmatic of her! But she was technically in a position of leadership back home.
She reaches for the tweezers and nods to Ferran in thanks.]
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It vanishes, though her expression remains uncharacteristically serious. Though her cheeks are pale with fear, her eyes are set in determination.] You're a cleric, right? Your healing is stronger than mine, so I should do this part until you get tired.
[How very pragmatic of her! But she was technically in a position of leadership back home.
She reaches for the tweezers and nods to Ferran in thanks.]