[ She is notoriously sensitive, the fear in her eyes edging on panic when Jiro confirms that it's Akira, because a faceless monster is one thing, but having a name and a face and a person is something else entirely and
deep breaths
Akira won't hurt her. He won't. He's not like—-
She winces when the blades fly down, feels her stomach clench when more blood is spilled and it's a good thing that Akira approached her because then she only has to stumble a couple of paces to reach him, hands sticky with blood as she feels around the collar for the slot and the moment she shoves her omamori inside, she pulls back, not knowing if Akira's going to change back right away or if she has to do something else to get Jiro's cage open because she's not going to leave without him or whatever the hell she's supposed to expect after "omamori in the collar slot" ]
no subject
deep breaths
Akira won't hurt her. He won't. He's not like—-
She winces when the blades fly down, feels her stomach clench when more blood is spilled and it's a good thing that Akira approached her because then she only has to stumble a couple of paces to reach him, hands sticky with blood as she feels around the collar for the slot and the moment she shoves her omamori inside, she pulls back, not knowing if Akira's going to change back right away or if she has to do something else to get Jiro's cage open because she's not going to leave without him or whatever the hell she's supposed to expect after "omamori in the collar slot" ]