✻ █  ▌▌ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣  ( 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓉 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢ ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ

       ❝ 𝓟lease don’t let it troubled you, Ayame-san. ❞

                             Yukina offers byway of consolation, though
                             Ayame  was  never  one  to squander time as
                             her  tender fingers have already fashioned a
                             makeshift  bandage  across  Yukina’s  prone
                             chest. - - - }

       ❝ 𝓘t’s not as bad as it looks. ❞

                             She retracts a tenuous hand, nimble digits
                             splaying  across  the  broad  plane  of  her 
                             own  afflicted   thorax in  an  endeavor  to 
                             convey her  recuperated  condition. 

                             The  wound  itself  turns  out  to be shallow,
                             despite  the  deceptively  heavy  blood  flow
                             from the puncturing dart. Yukina employs
                             a  reassuring  simper,  demonstrating  her
                             now subdued perturbation. - - - }

       ❝ 𝓣hank you for treating me. ❞ 

✻ █  ▌▌ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣  ( 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓉 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢ ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ

       ❝ ℬut sir… ❞

                             Yukina protests weakly, gathering up her dignity
                             and meeting  his eye–– seeing  that  the  mischief 
                             within them had  dulled  considerably.  Faltering,
                             she checked herself;  lowering  her  own  defenses
                             ever so slightly. - - - }

       ❝  𝓘 simply cannot leave my duty unattended. 
           It is my job as a conductor. ❞

✻ █  ▌▌ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣  ( 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓉 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢ ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ

       ❝ 𝓨eah, I’m fine━ I got this. ❞

Another fractured attempt at speech         husky, but
but flavored with the barest undertones of strength. 
A rasp,  delivered with the deliberation of pertinent
to that  stern curve of her lips.  A voice as tenacious
as the one  who  wielded  it;  refusing  to  let  neither
torment nor circumstance snuff it out. - - - }

Yukina regards  the  affliction  upon  her  prone bicep to 
be minor;  a trifling graze,  nothing a local herb cannot
control.  She  diverts  her  gaze  back  to her companion,
liberating  herself  from the meek grasp of the scandent
vines  and  stepping  into  place  just  beside  Inori.  The
young conductor nimbly envelopes a rugged hand over
her  rasped  flesh  and  proceeds to  saunter further into
the ominous forest,  gait  communicating  forbearance.
Phlegmatic,  emerald  orbs  espy  the  forbidding scene
with wary interest as she articulates her musings.

       ❝ ℳore importantly, we should get out of
            here before the Kabane witness us. C'mon. ❞