✻ █  ▌▌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. ❞