Flippant, deliberately obtuse. She isn't done being angry. Discounting and oversimplifying Lexa's goals is as good a way to show it as any. She catches the beginning of Lexa's gesture in her peripheral vision and turns her head to follow her hand out and then ahead—and takes off, yes, at a jog reasonably calibrated to get her there faster without making her staff or her cloak trip her on the way.
She stops before them. does triage in two glances, and crouches beside the one with wound. She has her knife back out to cut cloth away before she looks up at Lexa and her waiting hands, and she stops to unfasten the buckle of her belt and hand it over in its entirety, with its pouches and hanging odds and ends. The spellbook usually kept tucked over it at the small of her back falls into the snow behind her. "Elfroot," she says, brusque reference to the vials in one of the pouches, and digs her knife into leather to widen the slice in the woman's armor beyond the edges of the wound.
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Flippant, deliberately obtuse. She isn't done being angry. Discounting and oversimplifying Lexa's goals is as good a way to show it as any. She catches the beginning of Lexa's gesture in her peripheral vision and turns her head to follow her hand out and then ahead—and takes off, yes, at a jog reasonably calibrated to get her there faster without making her staff or her cloak trip her on the way.
She stops before them. does triage in two glances, and crouches beside the one with wound. She has her knife back out to cut cloth away before she looks up at Lexa and her waiting hands, and she stops to unfasten the buckle of her belt and hand it over in its entirety, with its pouches and hanging odds and ends. The spellbook usually kept tucked over it at the small of her back falls into the snow behind her. "Elfroot," she says, brusque reference to the vials in one of the pouches, and digs her knife into leather to widen the slice in the woman's armor beyond the edges of the wound.