[ Megumi has never been one to take notice of the appearances of others, valuing their character beyond anything else, but even she can recognise that he was an appealing man - a kindness in his eyes, and a rugged appeal to his body. Large, imposing, but not frightening. With the shirt whipped off she's stealing a glance before she even realises it, and then she's hastily looking away, still trying to maintain that aura of quiet poise despite that short flicker of fluster. He looks so strong. No wonder their master had sough to summon him as his champion. The lack of concern for this Servant, beyond the results he provided, would be confusing to Megumi if she was not already aware of what sort of environment the Zenin clan was. In her hands, she would be tending to him after each battle they fought together, immensely grateful for the support in furthering her goals. Of course, she was only a lowly servant girl in this house, so it was folly to imagine such things.
Her only job is to tend to and rejuvenate the leader's Servant in any means possible so he'll be ready for the next battle. It doesn't sit right with her that this man is being used as a mere tool, especially given that she was traded into the family like a commodity as well, but she doesn't quite have the power to change that. All she can do is make their time easier somehow. ]
Yes. Lie down. [ Now, if only her compassion toward him could be reflected in her actual demeanor. Instead, he gets a stern, quiet voice, ordering him to lie back.
Once he does, she gets to work, reaching into the first aid kit for the wound cleaning solution and dabbing it over his wounds with gauze. This is just to stop the bleeding, of course. Servants heal up with mana. That's going to come up in due time. She just has to finish up the dressings, and build up the courage and nerve. ]
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Her only job is to tend to and rejuvenate the leader's Servant in any means possible so he'll be ready for the next battle. It doesn't sit right with her that this man is being used as a mere tool, especially given that she was traded into the family like a commodity as well, but she doesn't quite have the power to change that. All she can do is make their time easier somehow. ]
Yes. Lie down. [ Now, if only her compassion toward him could be reflected in her actual demeanor. Instead, he gets a stern, quiet voice, ordering him to lie back.
Once he does, she gets to work, reaching into the first aid kit for the wound cleaning solution and dabbing it over his wounds with gauze. This is just to stop the bleeding, of course. Servants heal up with mana. That's going to come up in due time. She just has to finish up the dressings, and build up the courage and nerve. ]
Did you get hurt trying to protect him?