The Ishkia Gave A Quick Nod Once She Was Given Instruction. “Got It, I Can Do That.” Once The Bag

The Ishkia gave a quick nod once she was given instruction. “Got it, I can do that.” Once the bag was freed from his shoulders she gingerly grabbed it, bringing it closer as she pulled open the flap on top.

It would take her a bit to find what she was told. Not because of Myra being clueless of what to look for. More so because she wasn't flat out digging for it, instead moving things around inside the bag to make room to look further in.

Thankfully it wasn't too hard to find the much larger shirt, plucking it out of the bag's confines and making relatively quick work of the buttons. Ha, they were still flower shaped.

Once the shirt was opened and ready, she turned to face Fidelio. And she froze, but only for a moment.

She had seen injuries before, and scars, many times. Being a healer meant having to. But she didn't expect to see so many on him...She didn't dare ask right now, it wasn't a good time.

And that one on his chest, which pulled her gaze in like a magnet…While she wasn't the one to make it, that scar and any pain he felt during the healing process- or any he felt now by the look of it- that was her's. A stinging reminder that, even though she did bring him back…She caused a lot of pain, simply because she was a coward.

Now wasn't the time for that. She ripped her eyes away, bringing them to look at his own as she tried to keep focused. Her hands darting out to float close by as he stood up, just in case. And only once he was fully up did she do the same, using her leg as a brace. “O-Okay, no problem.. I'm ready.”

Well he wasn't wrong. Even though Myra couldn't vocally deny his logic, she kept shambling forth with a frustrated grumble. To her, it was a ‘damned if you, damned if you don't' situation. Cursed to draw attention and run risks no matter how she did it. Every option coming up a dead end.

Though it didn't help that she couldn't think straight either. Her exhausted mind simply dead set on getting him somewhere safe, no matter what became of her. 

 But upon the Paripus speaking again, her gaze did shift from the trek ahead to him. Her head tilted slightly as she listened to the new course of action. “I see..” 

She hadn’t even thought about the idea of leaving when Lord Louis was thought dead… Though Myra didn’t blame the two for preparing to get out of there after that. It would’ve felt hollow on the Charadrius without them, but they’d have been better off elsewhere.

...No wonder their room felt emptier.

Her eyes flicked to his bag, then to his body as she forced her brain to think it over. It was a compromise; keeping him discreet, while keeping her from having to ditch him for the night. He was right, too, and he’d be more recognized than her anyhow. 

Finally her march forward stopped, and she nodded. “Okay…Let’s do it.”

She knew trying to do all of that while holding him would be a nightmare. So she slowly, and as carefully as she could, dropped back to the ground in a one-knee kneel. Setting him down shortly after to let him rest against a tree. Then she blinked at him, hands hovering. “Um…How much am I allowed to do?” Despite the circumstances, she didn’t want to reach where she shouldn’t, be it his shirt or anything else.