[ It would give her the courage she needs, she'd said, but it's Jesse who feels confidence and determination surging through him as Asta takes his face in her hands, murmuring what he already knows into his mouth. He nods, as much as he can with her hands still holding him still. ]
Of course I will.
[ Anything. No matter what it takes. She's depending on him, and he can't let her down. He slides his hands to her hips, squeezing gently. ]
You don't have to be afraid. I'll protect you. I promise.
[ he won't break that promise. she's personally seen to that. but still, for a moment she studies his face, wonders if he's being stupidly chivalrous on his own or if her magic actually worked on him. she's had some doubts since her arrival here. ]
You truly mean that.
[ she finally agrees, sensing a trace of herself in him. it's not much, but it will have to do. she drops her hands. ]
[ Of course he does. Can she really doubt him? He feels a flicker of shame, that she could even question his devotion to her. He has to prove his loyalty to her. Make her see that she can trust him to protect her, no matter what.
He doesn't want to let her go, but he obeys immediately, drawing his hands back and nodding. ]
Where do we find the weapons?
[ He needs to arm himself. To be ready to defend her against anyone or anything that might do her harm. ]
[ they must get to the supplies before the best weapons are taken. she doesn't know what suits him or what he can wield, but under the spell he'll fight with bare hands if there's nothing else. she hopes it doesn't come to that.
she offers him her hand to hold as the walk. now that she's got her magic in him, she tolerates him a little better. ]
[ It's a surprise when she offers her hand, but Jesse's not protesting at all. He takes it happily, holding on as they make their way through the boarding house and outside. Maybe guiding her around corners just a little, ready to block her body with his own if it looks like there's any chance of anyone else bumping into her as they go down the halls.
Unfortunately, the only weapons Jesse has any experience with are guns, and even that's limited. The weapons outside are a lot more medieval in nature, and he picks a sword up gingerly, holding it in a way that makes it painfully obvious he's never held a sword before. ]
Okay.
[ A deep breath, and then he looks up at Asta. The sword's half as long as he is tall, and if he doesn't shift his grip he's likely to break his wrist or cut off his own toes the first time he tries to swing it. He looks ridiculous.
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Of course I will.
[ Anything. No matter what it takes. She's depending on him, and he can't let her down. He slides his hands to her hips, squeezing gently. ]
You don't have to be afraid. I'll protect you. I promise.
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You truly mean that.
[ she finally agrees, sensing a trace of herself in him. it's not much, but it will have to do. she drops her hands. ]
Please unhand me. We must hurry.
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[ Of course he does. Can she really doubt him? He feels a flicker of shame, that she could even question his devotion to her. He has to prove his loyalty to her. Make her see that she can trust him to protect her, no matter what.
He doesn't want to let her go, but he obeys immediately, drawing his hands back and nodding. ]
Where do we find the weapons?
[ He needs to arm himself. To be ready to defend her against anyone or anything that might do her harm. ]
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[ they must get to the supplies before the best weapons are taken. she doesn't know what suits him or what he can wield, but under the spell he'll fight with bare hands if there's nothing else. she hopes it doesn't come to that.
she offers him her hand to hold as the walk. now that she's got her magic in him, she tolerates him a little better. ]
They're out in the yard.
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Unfortunately, the only weapons Jesse has any experience with are guns, and even that's limited. The weapons outside are a lot more medieval in nature, and he picks a sword up gingerly, holding it in a way that makes it painfully obvious he's never held a sword before. ]
Okay.
[ A deep breath, and then he looks up at Asta. The sword's half as long as he is tall, and if he doesn't shift his grip he's likely to break his wrist or cut off his own toes the first time he tries to swing it. He looks ridiculous.
He nods, setting his jaw. ]
I'm ready.