☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Lowering her crossbow, she sighs heavily, throws him an emerald, and sits on the floor a couple of meters away – carefully observing all the necessary protocols of a righteous Nihon-ke warrior in such attire and with such a viewing angle, and silently looks at the charred remains of the bibizyan.

Regaining his clarity, he assumes a vertical position and silently looks from the emerald to Ayano. If she could read minds or possessed female intuition, she might have guessed that the wounded man was experiencing two emotions at that moment: the joy caused by her appearance and the embarrassment about his not-so-presentable state.