"i am very aware, lord harbinger," zhenya tuts with annoyance, already dabbing at the wound with a clean piece of cloth. while not serious, it was bleeding everywhere, and zhenya would prefer to not have the youngest harbinger get his blood all over her small office. "you have fought terrifying monsters and powerful opponents many times, and you have survived them all by sheer force of will, but you are currently bleeding in my office and that has made it my problem."
after wiping the blood away, the older woman goes right for her first-aid kit, moving efficiently as she disinfects the cut and bandages over it before putting the box back in its spot beneath her desk. it is a cold day, as is the custom with this country, wind and snow roaring outside of the tall window.
she sits down on an adjacent chair finally with a small sigh, one hand rubbing absentmindedly at her outer thigh--the weather always made her old injuries ache a little more, and helped serve as a sordid reminder that field work was not something she could do anymore. "honestly, no matter the age, children will always serve to confuse me," zhenya mumbles, but her tone is more fond than anything else.
several of those children come to mind--the little oni girl suni; a raging tempest in the shape of a tiny pale girl, the unusual boy called one who followed the adults around like a lost puppy, the young recruits who always stood up too straight and fast and worked too hard to prove themselves.
