"Hnn....well, maybe it'd jus' be best if Ah stuck ta...stuff." Ofelia wasn't really sure what 'stuff' she could get herself into. Perhaps there'd be a chance coming up where she could talk to Allan about things that were open to her now that she was a proper hunter. Things that could and would get her away from Deus long enough to settle the fog in her head and find her something fun and adventurous to work on. "Nnn anyway, ya need bandages or anythin'? Ah think Ah got a roll somewhere in...mah jacket." The jacket of course happened to be a little bit away, resting on the ground. Ofelia didn't wear it during spars - the poor thing was covered in enough blood stains as it was and she didn't know if she'd be allowed to wear an entirely red and rusty-smelling jacket about Deus. "Or do ya need help gettin' ta the infirmary? Yer probably one'a the first ones Ah've played wit' in a while that gets ta walk away from this."

The fact that Ofelia could call spars 'playing' after how angry and desperate she seemed was a little odd but the redhead didn't even react to her words as if it was nothing more than just that. Spars were a game and games were meant to be played for keeps.

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