[It wouldn't matter if she could or couldn't do it, not when Suzuha looks at her like that, with such naked pleading and hope and lingering despair. The only option is she will, whatever it takes--and really, what's a bloody throat compared to what Suzuha is going through right now anyway?
It's incomparable.
So Kotoha nods firmly, eyes meeting Suzuha's, expression grimly confident.
Of course, she wouldn't be able to without Sigewinne's carefully listed out ingredients and portions--but Kotoha carefully repeats them, power crackling around each and every word, tacking on a hasty "in a syringe" in a weak croak at the end.
It appears--thank goodness--a precious dosage of anesthetic that Kotoha hands over to Sigewinne as carefully as she can with hands that tremble.
"That's it. I'm toast," she'd say, if she could, but she can't, and that's fine--she'll recover, and they've got far, far more important things to worry about right now.]
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It's incomparable.
So Kotoha nods firmly, eyes meeting Suzuha's, expression grimly confident.
Of course, she wouldn't be able to without Sigewinne's carefully listed out ingredients and portions--but Kotoha carefully repeats them, power crackling around each and every word, tacking on a hasty "in a syringe" in a weak croak at the end.
It appears--thank goodness--a precious dosage of anesthetic that Kotoha hands over to Sigewinne as carefully as she can with hands that tremble.
"That's it. I'm toast," she'd say, if she could, but she can't, and that's fine--she'll recover, and they've got far, far more important things to worry about right now.]