[Kratos is, ironically, almost more of an enigma now that Raine knows something more of the truth about him. There are questions burning, itching at the inside of her mind in a way only curiosity can and only answers will salve.]
[Luin... Luin is gone. But the people are here with them, and isn't that the better part of the fight?]
[Raine stretches herself, arms over her head as she works a kink out of her back, and reclaims her staff. She's been doing what she can for the people as they traveled, though it's naturally hampered by her relative inexperience and their lower regeneration rate. Still: it isn't nothing.]
[The silhouette of Kratos watching over them is stark against a pale sky. Raine watches him in turn, considering. Runs a quick check mentally of where her students are. Safe: surrounded by people and pillowed on Noishe, who will raise all kinds of alarms if something untoward begins to happen.]
[Decision made, she picks her way up toward him, bracing herself with her staff where the footing is uneven. She's not quite used to the weight of this one yet, but she likes it as a focus, finds herself absently fingering the engravings down the grip as she comes to a halt off to Kratos' side. Not behind him: that would be foolish. She hesitates a moment, then lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug and announces her presence without preamble.]
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[Luin... Luin is gone. But the people are here with them, and isn't that the better part of the fight?]
[Raine stretches herself, arms over her head as she works a kink out of her back, and reclaims her staff. She's been doing what she can for the people as they traveled, though it's naturally hampered by her relative inexperience and their lower regeneration rate. Still: it isn't nothing.]
[The silhouette of Kratos watching over them is stark against a pale sky. Raine watches him in turn, considering. Runs a quick check mentally of where her students are. Safe: surrounded by people and pillowed on Noishe, who will raise all kinds of alarms if something untoward begins to happen.]
[Decision made, she picks her way up toward him, bracing herself with her staff where the footing is uneven. She's not quite used to the weight of this one yet, but she likes it as a focus, finds herself absently fingering the engravings down the grip as she comes to a halt off to Kratos' side. Not behind him: that would be foolish. She hesitates a moment, then lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug and announces her presence without preamble.]
Why bother to hide it so long?