[Leslie has not been at the wall for long by the time Hubert arrives thanks to the leg difference, but there has been time to wrap her in the impromptu blanket of someone's cloak. The guard she is crying an explanation out to does not look like they planned or wanted to deal with an emotional child today. A look of relief passes over their face when she's distracted by Hubert's arrival and is at least crying at her watch instead of them as she tells Edelgard that both she and Hubert made it to the wall.]
[What the guard as not expecting was for Leslie to then stumble toward Hubert on legs shaking like a newborn fawn. "O-oi --!" but Leslie isn't listening.]
[She probably wouldn't have been able to balance in her current state if she needed to reach all the way up to Hubert's shoulder, but thanks to him sinking to the ground, she can hover her hand over his injured shoulder as she uses her other arm to prop herself up.]
[She doesn't have the energy to actually properly heal the wound -- really, she doesn't have the energy to really do anything, magical or physical -- but she manages to at least make the worst of the bite mark smaller, some smaller parts on the edges fusing closed and the rest pulling just a little closer to make the opening smaller and slow the blood flow. Even with that much, she can barely keep on her feet by clinging to the wall after she finishes.]
I'm sorry. [It's almost inaudible as the words are forced out between sobs.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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[What the guard as not expecting was for Leslie to then stumble toward Hubert on legs shaking like a newborn fawn. "O-oi --!" but Leslie isn't listening.]
[She probably wouldn't have been able to balance in her current state if she needed to reach all the way up to Hubert's shoulder, but thanks to him sinking to the ground, she can hover her hand over his injured shoulder as she uses her other arm to prop herself up.]
[She doesn't have the energy to actually properly heal the wound -- really, she doesn't have the energy to really do anything, magical or physical -- but she manages to at least make the worst of the bite mark smaller, some smaller parts on the edges fusing closed and the rest pulling just a little closer to make the opening smaller and slow the blood flow. Even with that much, she can barely keep on her feet by clinging to the wall after she finishes.]
I'm sorry. [It's almost inaudible as the words are forced out between sobs.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.