---- [ Yeah, it's me, buddy. ] She'd sign, her suit marred with dust and soot from the raging battle.

Hardly a combatant, it was DEVILWATCH's job to respond and identify threats. Hers was the report that would go into the system... so she needed to see it through. The emergency responders could handle the bodies. Her priority here... was the fiend leaning on her. Legs straining to keep him upright, Mary was glad that she'd been hitting the gym. ---- From within her backpack, a small cadre of mechanical spiders began to crawl forth. The 'Queen Bee' was hardly ever lacking in drive and motivation to create and adjust. [ Hold the wound closed, I'll stitch it up. ] She tried to sign, one-handed. She needed to get him some blood, but couldn't just quite let him chomp on her... oh her poor falling-apart, actively-wounded friend. With a sigh, she contemplated what to do, a hundred eyes on the scene all looking for opportunity. But at the very least, Mary knew that with each stinger-stab, her 'spiders' could start stitching Violence up closed enough to help him walk. [ We'll get you out of here. You did well. Just keep walking, okay? ]

Without so much as a protest, Violence promptly held his wound together as the girl's ability slowly stitching him up. The fiend might not have known Mary for long, but he knows her long enough that even if she doesn't know what she's doing, her improvisation is more than good enough.

Stiffles grunts coming from the fiend as he felt the spiders to pierce onto his host's flesh, it's no wonder humans hate to go to the hospital, this is excrutiating!

"Mary...I..."

Between shallow breaths, Violence tried to form a single sentence, one that couldn't wait to reach wherever they were going.

"Mary... I think this was a setup..."

The fiend slowly walk alongside the girl, his feet feeling heavy at each step.

At the maw of a cave, from its depths, a tiny light danced brighter, following multitude of shadows dashing closer.

Then, there was a mischief of fleeing rats, possibly over dozen, scattering both sides of the cliff walls and the open field. Was it light that chased the dark dwelling creatures out from their home, to the opening - rather risking it to be snatched by aerial and ambush predators.

Was there a beast far greater lurking within these sealed caves. Or, were they aware of something that a mere eye couldn't see? After all, rats in the Lands Between were known far more dangerous than mere cellar rats.

As the light could be recognized as a torch, a single figure emerged from the caves. Torch in her hand, the golden haired noblewoman lifted the wet hem of the dress and stepped out. Looking around and above, before checking her gown briefly as if she had just returned from a small walk. Despite soaked in water, coated by dust particles, the shiny green didn't leave a question of her status.

She startled a little, checking herself quickly again - as if concerned her appearance wasn't fit for greetings. Then, she cups her hand, to boost her voice as she waves the torch and calls.

Send 👀 for my muse to catch yours staring at them! || Highly accepting!

It takes her a moment to meet the gaze.

Is she staring at her? ...and how long? Has she tried to get her attention? Or is it her collection of scrolls and crystals?

Possibly, if she was staring at the sorcerer herself - it couldn't be for flattery, right? The hair messy and tips of her bangs pointing little everywhere - braid barely resembling a proper braid anymore. Yet, despite all of that... her fair skin and cold eyes contrasting the warm hues still overcame the rough look.

Marylin subconsciously let her fingers travel through her bangs, staring back at Mary.

By lords, she could be after her belongings too.

Marylin stares back, in silence for a while.

" Lovely, right?"

Yurie waited, whether it was rejection or return of the gesture. As Mary's smaller frame submits to relax against her embrace, she takes it as the latter: accepting her offer of closeness - yet with little bit of precaution. Tenseness was sensible.

The gloved hands crossed behind her spine - like a belt that wouldn't let her collapse. It is when small smile creeps on Yurie's lips. The single emotion on her hidden identity and masked gaze. Amusement, but not in a mocking manner. Yurie respected Mary, had grown to see her more than acquiantance. Someone she could hold with her both hands naked from defense. Shifting weight from foot to another at a soothing manner - the hands gently following Mary's movements - not intending to shackle her.

"There is no shame in seeking contact. We are psychophysical beings. As much as we yearn contact in form of words, touch has become more distant. " Yurie's arms had tensed a little. Clearly, she tried her best to stay at focus - focus at Mary - rather than what ever was going on within her mind, trying to redirect to all of her senses, and anything her senses can catch of this very existence they shared.

“Yeah I discovered these things called ‘vitamins’ and ‘milk’. Turns out that helps make you grow, or some shit.”

And it was not because she just had the demon powers to make herself look like whatever she wanted at will. Nope not at all.

       @tacetnix has traversed the Lands Between

    There was a lingering silence from the doll as her lone eye fluttered open - peering at the intruder upon her Rise. They had climbed to the highest point, where the witch sat - perched amongst her books.

    With a curious tilt of her head, the wide-brimmed hat bobbing with the movement, Ranni's melodic voice rang out. " ...thou hath bravery at thy feet - to enter unannounced upon the Rise of Witch Ranni. " The glintstone dragon guarded her home, but what had come of it if that trespasser was here? "