It's on the tip of her tongue to protest about him coddling her regarding his gear, but she bites back any protests she might try to make, realizing that he's got a fair point. Just because she's resistant to poisons in her own world doesn't mean she's resistant to them here, and she'd honestly rather not find out in the middle of the forest with the nearest settlement a whole day's ride away.
Plus, even though she doesn't want to belittle Eskel or his culture any, she doesn't really think they've got the kind of hospitals she's grown used to just lying around.
Stamping out what's left of the embers of their campfire, she carefully scoops dirt over anything still smoldering and waits to be sure that the threat of flames igniting has disappeared before standing up again, just in time to watch Eskel pull out a hat from his gear and affix one of the feathers onto it. For a man who seems to prefer the practical over anything else, the jaunty cap is a bit incongruous, but she doesn't say anything about it. Lord knows she's prone to her own fits of vanity, she can't tease him about a silly looking hat when she keeps her hair plenty long enough to be used against her as a hand-hold in a fight.
So sue her. It's pretty.
"Why do you carry around so much poison?" she asks, brushing her hands off on the thighs of her suit. She'd assumed, based on what he's said so far and the fact he has two giant swords strapped to his things, that hunting monsters had less to do with carefully laying traps to poison them and more to do with hacking them to pieces.
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Date: 2021-08-18 04:58 pm (UTC)Plus, even though she doesn't want to belittle Eskel or his culture any, she doesn't really think they've got the kind of hospitals she's grown used to just lying around.
Stamping out what's left of the embers of their campfire, she carefully scoops dirt over anything still smoldering and waits to be sure that the threat of flames igniting has disappeared before standing up again, just in time to watch Eskel pull out a hat from his gear and affix one of the feathers onto it. For a man who seems to prefer the practical over anything else, the jaunty cap is a bit incongruous, but she doesn't say anything about it. Lord knows she's prone to her own fits of vanity, she can't tease him about a silly looking hat when she keeps her hair plenty long enough to be used against her as a hand-hold in a fight.
So sue her. It's pretty.
"Why do you carry around so much poison?" she asks, brushing her hands off on the thighs of her suit. She'd assumed, based on what he's said so far and the fact he has two giant swords strapped to his things, that hunting monsters had less to do with carefully laying traps to poison them and more to do with hacking them to pieces.