[ Susato falls to her knees and crawls to his side as gingerly as she can. Her kimono is getting soaked with blood and whatever lake water he had found himself drenched in. She ignores this, reaching a shaky hand to push some of the hair out of his face--hair that she once had to jump to reach.
Around his neck, she doesn't even register the empty bottle as her charm, not just yet. Her wet and now probably cold hands lower from his hair to his face. ]
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Around his neck, she doesn't even register the empty bottle as her charm, not just yet. Her wet and now probably cold hands lower from his hair to his face. ]
Kazuma-sama? Kazuma-sama, speak to me.