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[She might not have had the wind knocked out of her but running around in a dress that was very much ill equipped for running had its disadvantages. She also had injuries that would need tending to and the smell of blood on him was enough to make her stomach lurch in hunger, however subtle it was. She was still on her feet when he looked at her, bloody gashes here and there on her bared skin. One hand held her upright and the other clutched her knife. She didn't know if he was friend or foe but he wasn't attacking hr so that was enough for her.]

Are you hurt?

[Pushing herself from her crouched position, Yuki brushes off he gown and gets a better look at him.]