There's only the two of them here. They have time. If the Knight changes their mind, they're not likely to come back and find it gone.
Great Knight Dryya.
She - her armour is -
He can't focus. He commits her likeness to memory and nods, hoping he looks thoughtful enough to give himself a little time to actually think. The Knight was troubled by the last picture. Their garbled sentencing told him that much, and it sits in his head like a thorn.
...
Lemm shakes himself, rattled though he is, and with much steadier hands he mimics the position she's holding the Nail and nods.
"Either she fenced, or it was a lance," he concludes, patting his hands together decisively. "Either way, she didn't fight like you. Stabbing and puncturing. Less of this," he adds, and swishes his hand very half-heartedly, just to punctuate.
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Great Knight Dryya.
She - her armour is -
He can't focus. He commits her likeness to memory and nods, hoping he looks thoughtful enough to give himself a little time to actually think. The Knight was troubled by the last picture. Their garbled sentencing told him that much, and it sits in his head like a thorn.
...
Lemm shakes himself, rattled though he is, and with much steadier hands he mimics the position she's holding the Nail and nods.
"Either she fenced, or it was a lance," he concludes, patting his hands together decisively. "Either way, she didn't fight like you. Stabbing and puncturing. Less of this," he adds, and swishes his hand very half-heartedly, just to punctuate.