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Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency, Chen Chen

Her breath catches in her throat, and her grip on him tightens.

"Xavier..."

It would've been easier if he held some distaste for her. Then maybe she wouldn't be feel bad about that fact that he's still putting in the effort to try and comfort her when he didn't have to.

Her words come out of her mouth before she even realizes what she's saying. Maybe this wasn't the best time or place to say anything that addressed the elephant that's been in the room for the last several weeks, but she couldn't help it anymore.

Hearing him say all those things to her just... Made her feel bad.

"Xavier... You're too good to me, you know."

"The wanderers are taken care of. Are you hurt anywhere? Don't lie."

“I’m—“

The automatic response gets cut off by Dolasach’s own realization that no, she isn’t fine, and the fact that she couldn’t join in him battle made it extremely clear to her that there’s no lying her way through this.

As the dust settles around them and the final vestiges of the fallen Wanderer’s dissipate into nothing, the pain in her leg from an attack she failed to dodge makes itself even more known. At first glance, it wouldn’t seem like anything was wrong thanks to her pants obscuring everything, but judging from the pain, she had to wonder if something had been fractured.

She sighs and leans back against the tree she’d been resting on for support. It’s getting dark, and they’re in a no-hunt zone. It’s best if she didn’t waste their time trying to put on a brave face.

“I… Don’t think I can walk on my own.”

She manages to brace herself for the sudden shift in their surroundings; feeling him struggle after teleporting to safety is what catches her off guard.

Once he set her down, she’s finally able to check her Hunter’s Watch and sees that she’s able to get a signal. Her brows furrow at the shift in his tone and it stings her more than she expects despite herself, but she focuses first on requesting medical assistance from the Association, notifying them through the Watch that there’s two people out where they are.

“Alright, they shouldn’t take too long to—Xavier?”

With a concerned and somewhat panicked tone at seeing his back turned, she calls out to him.

“Xavier, you’re not leaving are you? I called aid for the both of us.”

After the way he staggered right after teleporting, she isn’t convinced that he’s fine. As difficult as it was to navigate their relationship right now, she still didn’t want him hurting himself.

"The wanderers are taken care of. Are you hurt anywhere? Don't lie."

“I’m—“

The automatic response gets cut off by Dolasach’s own realization that no, she isn’t fine, and the fact that she couldn’t join in him battle made it extremely clear to her that there’s no lying her way through this.

As the dust settles around them and the final vestiges of the fallen Wanderer’s dissipate into nothing, the pain in her leg from an attack she failed to dodge makes itself even more known. At first glance, it wouldn’t seem like anything was wrong thanks to her pants obscuring everything, but judging from the pain, she had to wonder if something had been fractured.

She sighs and leans back against the tree she’d been resting on for support. It’s getting dark, and they’re in a no-hunt zone. It’s best if she didn’t waste their time trying to put on a brave face.

“I… Don’t think I can walk on my own.”

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