[ At his words, her hand lifts to cover the wound upon her cheek. So troubled in her worry for Noctis, she had forgotten to grab some sort of cloth or bandage to cover her wounds. It had been a slip-up on her part, as it gives her inhuman status away, and for a moment she's frozen still. Her fear is real. Of hurting others, yes, but also revealing what she is for various reasons. She had been so careful, up until now... but maybe it's about time Regis knew more.
Nevertheless, she shakes her head, lowering her hand to reveal the unnecessary use of a potion. Although slow, the wounds are healing, the shell of her appearance slowly weaving itself over the energy. It doesn't hurt her. It's simply repairing, this construct that is her body, made to look human when she's anything but. ] Ah, no... it will be fine.
[ Besides that, though.
Noctis.
Pyra takes a step forward, brow worried and lips curved into a guilt-laden frown. ] Regis, I--...
[ His son. She had injured his son. He had nearly died. ] I'm so sorry. [ Guiltily, she glances away. How can she look this man in the eyes when she would have let Noctis die? ] ...I suppose you have questions, don't you?
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Nevertheless, she shakes her head, lowering her hand to reveal the unnecessary use of a potion. Although slow, the wounds are healing, the shell of her appearance slowly weaving itself over the energy. It doesn't hurt her. It's simply repairing, this construct that is her body, made to look human when she's anything but. ] Ah, no... it will be fine.
[ Besides that, though.
Noctis.
Pyra takes a step forward, brow worried and lips curved into a guilt-laden frown. ] Regis, I--...
[ His son. She had injured his son. He had nearly died. ] I'm so sorry. [ Guiltily, she glances away. How can she look this man in the eyes when she would have let Noctis die? ] ...I suppose you have questions, don't you?