Khyran slumped a little once he realized no one was in immediate danger. The materia loosened in his grasp, but he did not drop it. Lifting his other hand, he ran it through his greasy hair and exhaled slowly. "...Twelve. You're okay. Good..." he whispered, ignoring her comments about his foolish behavior. "...I'm sorry. Is she alright? The... miqo'te..." He didn't seem to notice the state his arm is in, but he obviously has trouble lifting it.
His gaze trailed over to the orange as it bounced and rolled on the floor, then up at the girl. "Oi," He said. "Surely you don't plan on going around stabbing people without introducing yourself first..."Â
Words out of the mouth of a man who hadn't *quite* introduced himself, either.
His gaze trailed over to the orange as it bounced and rolled on the floor, then up at the girl. "Oi," He said. "Surely you don't plan on going around stabbing people without introducing yourself first..."Â
Words out of the mouth of a man who hadn't *quite* introduced himself, either.