((Logged 7/24/02-7/30/02 by Yui))
The ocean and the shore. The Shevvite rendexvous is betrayingly peaceful- Soft waves lapping against a sandy and rock-sprinkled shore beneath a late afternoon sun. With barely a landmark to distinguish it from any other shoreline, all that seems to be out of place at all on this island is the Shevvite Gear which kneels upon the shore, it's rider departed to the pleasantly windy afternoon.
And while the sky goes slightly orange in the hint of approaching evening, the figure which stands before the shore is deceptively calm, deceptively innocent- For Yui does not wear military proper outfits, nor give any hint of rank or status or title. She could be as overlookable as the shore, as the day, as she stands there- Hands losely clasped before her. She could be watching the ocean and nothing else, with such a poise.
Watching the ocean, at least, with a sword sheathed at her side.
The sea air, the sound of waves lapping up amidst the shoreline. A mild roar echos through the air suddenly, the hulking form of Daphens coming into view in the distance. The gun carried in it's usual position, the shield set strongly onto the arm, it seems almost like a flying sentry in the skies. Little indication aside, however, the legs swoop low as the center of the machine's balance changes, landing with a ground-crunching crash of giant metallic feet against the grass just short of the sand. A few steps are taken aside toward the other Gear in place, the ambient heat of the engines cooling off within the coastal breeze. Taking a proper kneel similar to that of the other, the hand swoops into place and extends an open palm to the cockpit. Kaori emerges, hair flowing free rather than being tied in the nigh-trademark braid it was in the last time they saw each other. Her clothing looks a little dirt-marked, but ... none the worse for wear. Boots clomping first against the metals, then a large leap down to the sands, she walks with a lowered head toward the woman already present. "I'm here, ma'am." she utters quietly, with even a slight hint of shame to her words.
The sounds of a Gear in flight, landing and settling, metal cooling against the cool winds. Yui does not even cringe nor flinch, or give any reaction at all to it. She could be mistaken for a woman watching the ocean alone so easily, standing there so still and calm. At least.. She could if there was not such a solemn touch upon her usually purely calm and collected features. She is quiet for a long moment, as if weighing a thought or considering something. And the softest note of regret is woven into the tones of her voice when she finally speaks. "Miss Scihevnhein. Please, come here." Her voice is held so quiet, so terribly even that it almost seems monotone, "We.. have a little to discuss, don't we."
Kaori stands there for a moment afterward, quietly soaking up the awkward silences. Hair fluttering lightly in the breezes, she blinks, and... expects her repremanding. Orders to return to Aphel Aura... to be locked in a brig until more formal punishments. That's how she thought it would go, anyway. A creeping sense of dread crawls over the taller woman as she draws close, stopping again within convienent arm-tearing-out-of-socket range. Or at least a good iai-strike from a sword. Shoulders back, chin straight, and standing firm as a soldier. Yes, she's ready to recieve punishment. "... Yes, ma'am."
"Kaori..." She is referred to by name now, rather than the troublesome distance of the titles of Miss this or that. "All I ever can wish is to have trust in those who I am entrusted to lead. I understand that you did what you did out of a sense of personal rightness, although I admit that it is disapointing that you feel you could not trust -me- to do what is best for both that young man... And for Shevat. But such a breach of trust is unacceptable." Reprimanding. Anger. Snapping. All are strangely gone from Yui's voice, which steels itself into more solid, featureless calm as she continues on. Like the tone one takes in chiding a child. "And formally, by the standards of the military and our homeland.. It is treason." So calm. While she gently fingers the hilt of her sword. "Do you understand this?"
And it's... it's almost strange how she's doling out her words. And even worse, Kaori responds much like a child would. The subtle cringes of her face, the slight fidgeting exhibited by the slight grind of her bootheel into the sand... yes, she's expecting quite a mouthful. "Y-Yes, ma'am... I understand. I'm ... I'm sorry. I know words won't help the situation any, but... but I am." With her eyes focusing more on the grains of sand and the toes of her scuffed boots, her eyes don't get even a mild glimpse of how Yui's hands are settled upon the weapon, though... a mild feeling in the base of her neck feels almost like an ill omen. "I know it's unforgiveable... and I... I'm willing to face punishment."
"Good." Is all that Yui responds with for a moment. She sighs gently, gaze not drifting from the sea, as her grasp tightens just the slightest bit upon the sword, "...I appreciate the regret, although I am most sorry that it does not change much now." As she progresses on, the tone of her converastion seems.. grimmer, doesn't it? And while her voice betrays no emotion but a growingly solid -seriousness-, she continues on, as if explaining all such wrongs slowly, carefully, in detail to a fretting child. "You singlehandedly compromised the security of our mission and revealed our plans to those who would have otherwise been uninvolved. Was it really... worth it, to put all of /our/ lives in jeporady, to spare that young man some degree of emotional discomfort?" Being used as blackmail perhaps is not a small bit of stress. But priorities /are/ priorities. "...You are correct, however: There are consiquences. And then you shall be sent home until further notice."
Yes, paranoia. It's written carefully in her eyes, and upon the small frown on her face. "It... it wasn't for just him, I..." Kaori's personal sense of 'You're In Big Trouble' peaks now, her head lifting to watch her carefully. "Ma'am, I had other reas--" Wait... 'Consequences, -then- sent home'...? A lump forms in her throat at this. While a passerby my judge the taller to be the better fighter by sheer height and build, the soldier knows better. Much better. Mildly tensing, her hands actually begin to shake. No, not even on the Yggdrasil did she feel this... this fear.
"Other reasons, other goals... But that does not change what has been done." Yui takes in a deep breath, which falls in a soft sigh, before she resumes. Spare this time, her words are by no means the epitome of calm. There is a sternness, a resolution, a /finality/ in those words that is almost palpable. "I am sorry it had to come to this."
That is it.
It is one fluid motion that takes her from watching the ocean to facing Kaori, those fingers now tight around the hilt of her sword with a note of ominous /purpose/. The sound of metal slid free, amidst the silence of wind and wave. And with all the gestures of one as familiar with the sword as with the gestures of walking, the weapon is firmly in her hands. And she faces the other woman with but a single other line.
"That you came back to make amends is admirable, Miss Scihevnhein. For that, I will give you a moment to do as you will."
Be that defending herself or running. Apparently, a moment's pause is a grace.
Ordinarily, she would've turned tail and fled immediately. Die? She thinks not! But something's changed in her in the past few months, something undeniably stronger. And so, she removes her jacket and casts it aside, up the shore a small distance. With that, her revolver is removed from the holster and cast atop it with a heavier thump. Her kodachi remains sheathed in the harness settled so tightly against her back... "I won't run away from this... and... I'm not afraid anymore. If... if this is how it'll be settled, then so be it!" The considerably smaller blade is ripped out of the sheath and levelled toward Yui, eyes hardening. That fear built, she sets her plot strongly in her head. ( Allow her to strike first, block with the blade, counterattack with a kick... ) she recites, in wait.
It is not so strange, is it? Death is a nearly universal punishment for treason- For betrayal of Queen and country in lieu of warning a people who otherwise would not have even been a part of the attack. This is merely a kinder way of going about it. A fair shot and chance, so to say. Even if that chance is against the premiere swordswoman of Shevat. Who responds to Kaori's words and preparations with only a soft and fleeting smile, "I am glad to hear that. Well then." The faintest shift of the weight of the blade within her hands. "Do your best."
And that is it. The spring from stillness to action is swift and sudden, like the barest moment from crouch to pounce in a feline hunter. In gestures drawn fluid and without hesitation from years of repetition, she gives not another moment of rest, not another of thought. There is action. The terribly controlled angled down slash aimed towards the top of torso down, in that means of a crossslash from the delicate bit between the neck and shoulder on. The sort of blow which can be mercifully halting.
And in such close distances, it's something to be wary of. A moment's slip with Kaori's shorter blade, and it could mean a severed limb-- or worse. And then... movement. Yui charges forward and makes her strike, and the pilot snaps into thoughts and action. She ducks slightly and brings her blade up to block the swing, using her free and unused left forearm to brace strongly against the back of the weapon, to give it extra hold as her left leg also stretches back a bit to set her balance. As metal clashes with metal with a mild spark, she shifts a bit to hold her position with a grunt. Indeed, the Uzuki is a strong woman-- that forceful gust of wind that follows the strike blows down on her face, casting her hair back. Though... her boot lifts from the sand, pivoting on her heel to thrust a sideways kick out at the swordswoman's abdomen. Not a particularly powerful blow, but... something enough to give her breathing room.
Good, good! How many people would flicker a brief smile in responce to a kick in the abdomen? But it was well done and delivered- And when she was extremely nervous just a moment before. Good, good. The blow knocks Yui back a bit, enough to force her to take a step or so backwards if just to maintain her balance and redistribute her weight. But Yui is a calculating woman, one more prone to tactic than to storming in. Very well, then. Past that brief moment of rebalancing- More than enough a wait in any battle- she moves in again, with a strike following the direction she angled herself in to kick a moment before. Depending on luck and speed and Kaori's reaction times, it's perhaps plausible that she isnt' fully balanced after the kick, and can thus be knocked off more so.
...Toying, almost, in that respect. Although its curiously rings like her intent isn't to be lethal.
How disrespectful, to be toying with your prey! You should be serious, and strike for the killing blow. Though in Kaori's case, were she to realize it... well, she would be glad and infuriated at the same time. Nervous wouldn't describe her condition prior, outright terror would be quite it-- and now she's got more to deal with. The nature of the side-kick makes her pivot again to regain her balance, as Yui's sword comes down. She stabs upward, in an attempt to catch the weapon on the flat-side of her blade and ride it to the handguard, but... regardless, her balance leaves her fully as she attempts to reposition for the incoming strike and topples straight backward into the sand. Don't let things disillusion you, sand may be soft in clumps, but beaches are far more stronger and feel akin to concrete. She backpedals hard on her empty hand and bootheels, back up to her feet and a half-ready and waiting position. Even after the first blow apiece, she's become a little nervous...
Finish her off, carry out a death sentence, bring her the rightful end for putting herself before the lives of her countrymen! ...That would be very patriotic, but it's not particularly logical. Or the best way to finish this. But we shall see how it goes, shall we? See how this turns out. For there is not too much room to muse upon the whys and hows of what would be best to do with this. There is enough time to watch, to move, to do. Enough time is given for Kaori to get herself up to her feet- There is no will to strike her while she's down, apparently- But that is it. Once Kaori is back up, it's all fair play. Fast. Short. So her strike goes. Controlled enough to not overextend her reach and leave herself blatantly open. Watching and waiting for an opening. And fast- She might let Kaori to her feet, but that pause does not include giving her a long while to reclaim her stance as well. There is, after all, a lesson to be taught.
Perhaps Death would be the best way for this to go, but... still, something inside her shouts out those classic lines. Ones like, 'I will not go quietly into that gentile night'. And so, her head jerks back sharply to whip the length of her hair back from her eyes, lacking the advantage of hair clips that Yui herself owns to at least assist in this-- and so, as her eyes refocus and center on Yui, though what seems to be that 'too late' moment. Twisting sharply at the torso as she begins to bend backwards, a thin trail of blood clings to the tip of her sword from the pilot's side. Yes, a moment more of hesitation would've made a much deeper wound than it already is, but... as it stands, being cut like that hurt well enough. She begins to fall back again, though not without trying her hand at at least dealing an equal blow-- her leg arcs up awkwardly as she goes down, aiming for a kick at the Shevvite swordswoman's chest, an angry kick, as she lands again with a heavy thud amidst the sand, leatherclad hand gripping firm around the cut. Taking the weapon backhanded, she stumbles for a moment... more or less on all fours, she takes a moment... breathe... control yourself... Her hands tingle a bit inside the suppressant gloves, warming up a little against the shielding the garments provide. As if she needed one -more- problem...
An awkward kick, but an /angry/ one. From terror to frustration, then? Understandable--Yui has been on the assault and Kaori only on the defense for the entirety of this, and the younger woman's luck was not running so well. But anger is a dangerous emotion to trust onesself to in the middle of a fight. Still, it was not expected, especially in such ferocity, landing awkwardly but powerfully all the same. The force of such causes Yui to stumble back a few steps, caught quite off guard... But at least she is yet standing, if not allowing a cringe upon her features, and a hand to drift partially towards where she was struck before she stops it, and glides her hand back away. "Shh. Careful. If you strike in anger, you're likely to make mistakes." Such an odd time for suggestions, such an odd time for advice. And she draws herself back into a prepared stance, waiting for her to rise back to her feet. It would be so.. unproductive to strike her while she was down. With undesireable results.
The feeling of connection, the pressure underneath the tread of her boot... this is a good thing. But now she'll have to keep this kind of momentum up... to take the offensive. Once her wind is taken again, she stands, releasing the cut. The red drips a bit from her hand, a momentary waver in the firm grip of her blade. "If... you have time to give advice..." Kaori mutters, standing halfway-doubled over for a moment, "... Then you should defend yourself!" With the rhythm of a heartbeat, she charges blindly toward Yui with a lunging stab of her kodachi. It's a baiting stab, a rather textbook manuver... the moment she hits the end of her forward momentum or Yui counters the blade, she'll be shifting her posture and attempting to drive herself opposite shoulder-first into the swordswoman.
Perhaps... But now, now! What did Yui just say about striking in anger? Tsk! Recklessness, hastiness, blindly charging. Anger is a dangerous tool- To the furious as much as the target. How lucky that Yui had the habit to return to a prepared stance while she waited for Kaori to stand, lest this have taken a much darker turn. But the swordswoman was expecting something of this sort, while the frustration and anger built so blantantly within the other woman, drawing her moves to hasty anger and fierce rush. She moves backwards and to the side in responce to that stab, striking down and away at the blade with her own, quietly surprised at the force behind it all. So now it is not merely Yui on the offence, and Kaori backing away. ...Why does that so strangely seem like a positive thing to the swordswoman?
Anger and rage-- both her playgrounds. Her hands begin to heat up further in their protective gloves, the blood matted down to her palm beginning to dry out quickly. Her blow knocked away solidly gives perfect segway into her shoulder-charge-- dodged, but she's still not out for the count yet! Kaori lunges again, however. A powerful charge, she takes the bladed weapon backhandedly and advances a strong right-footed step forward while she arcs her arm down for a diagonal slash at Yui's shoulder. With her focus nary as well as it should be... a miss would leave her very open.
Anger and rage. Emotions always seemed to be a foolish thing to drag into a fight to Yui- Things that blurred the senses and fogged the mind, turning attacks into desperate and fierce. They added elements of the unexpected, turned things mutually dangerous. But this was not meant to be a safe and innocent bout to begin with, was it? So. Yui is the opposite polar, no room or leniancy given to the flickering thoughts of feeling, the darting and swift necessity of snap-moment logic and tactic snapping a woven net across that is as easy to fall into as a trance. She charges. And instinct and reason proclaim the best thing to do is to get out of her path. ...Easier said than done with only a split second to react. Back a little- Although the urge to move too much is one that must be forcefully smothered, for all that footing is not as solid as one would like it to be on a sandy beach, turning her initial thought of a complete dodge into a last-second block, catching the sword against her own once more. So lighty does she clench her teeth, a brief and fleeting flicker of soft frustration, caught in such a possition unlike what she had initially wished. But the stength behind Kaori's strike, the extra force that is needed to properly block, is but a passing inconvenience. And Yui gives herself no more a pause to consider it. Back, block, forward, slash towards the bared side. And hope to catch her in that brief moment of lesser defence, despite how a good amount of time is against such being too successful.
Perhaps she'll have time to think on it, when she's laying in a heap and pondering what she did wrong for this fight in the first place. Kaori's blow is powerful-- enough to draw a slight spark as the weapons collide that brief moment, though her followthrough leaves her set low, vulnerable. And then, Yui's slash. Her right side goes rather rigid and taut, the sudden lash of pain jerking up her side and to her shoulder spasming her hand. The kodachi slips from her grip as she begins to double over again, a choke of pain in her throat. Stepping up from anger, we begin to approach the range of 'rage' as her left arm stabs down to steady herself on one knee. Well, shoot. This is quite the position to be in. The wound in her side aggrivated by the sudden activity, now this second adding to the fun of this tromedy. "... n-no... urgh..." Kaori murmurs, jaw gritting tightly. She reaches for the short-bladed weapon, preparing to stand-- albeit painfully.
What she did wrong? I do believe we already went through that bit. Yui backs up a gentle step, with the slightest lilt of withdrawl in her steps. For she does not seem intent to kill, as she has not for the entirety of this battle. Of course not. This is a /lesson/. But despite how she may try, her breaths draw heavy, and the extensive dodging, blocking, balancing upon the uneven sands is taking its toll slowly but surely. And while she catches her breath, her sword is still up, her stance prepared. While she watches. Watches. Judging just how badly Kaori is hurt, and what she means to do. She still reaches for her weapon. She still rises. Sincerely admirable. Although the blatant anger is not quite. This is, after all, just consequence to severe misdoing.
Her grip holds the kodachi tight in a mildly shaky grip, blood trickling down her side. Spots of it here and there on the sands, some of it staining the leg of her pants. Calm down, Kaori... take this a step at a time. Her left arm crosses her abdomen again, clutching at the fresher cut. "I-I won't give up..." she repeats to herself in a low murmur, turning slowly to square off against her superior. Forcing herself straight with a deep inhalation of air through her nose, she points the kodachi at Yui, in wait. Not seething as much anymore as... determined. Focusing. The heat building in her gloves begins to dull off, though not enough to make a true difference in the mild irritation she feels in her grip. And with that, the pilot's eyes steel into resolve, voice barking out almost like orders. "Come on!"
"And I don't want you to give up." Is the nearly gentle reply. Vague, perhaps. But taking a slight breath, realizing that she has had as much of a pause as she is going to for the moment, she mildly brushes her hair back past her shoulder before she is given those snapped, almost demanding words... And nods. The look within those soft brown eyes is quite unreadable, oddly approving and judging and even concerned all at once. Odd tone to take with those at fault. But the brief moment of rest is past and over, and Yui takes up position once more, a glance over at the sudden determination which nearly glows within Kaori's eyes. Good. Not backing down, even now. It is.. curious.
But there are better times to observe this, Yui is well aware. For now, this continues. And with the slightest touch of an amused smile- To be commanded so, by this spirited young lady of all people!-Faint and short and distant, she moves in again with another slash towards the shoulder on down. Although it is obvious that she is slowing down somewhat.
The spirit to fight and survive. Confidence returning, Kaori jerks her shorter blade back a moment, watching Yui's movements like a seasoned pro-- like she's embracing her training all over again. The blade licks at the air once, catching the longer katana with a stiff block and shrill noise of metal striking metal. Her left fist jerks forward with it, aimed to deal a swift left-hook to the Shevvite swordswoman's chin. It seems more apparent that the metal plates on the knuckles, fingers, and backs of the hands are multifunctional... since the blow will likely hurt more, should it land upon it's intended target.
Oh, foul play! Although with Kaori's unique gloves being a necessity, it can hardly be considered so. But neither train of thought really does have the full moment enough to bloom between the moment between block and blow. It is a moment of carelessness: The experienced swordswoman shoud have seen it coming, catching the pattern of Kaori's slash and blow attacks throughout this bout. But Yui's reaction comes too late, in too close quarters and pinned by the force of blade against blade to dodge, and her other arm rises up to block with the back of her forarm just a moment too late. It is enough to not take the blow entirely and full on- Alas, that would likely result in issues more pressing than simply pain- But the unintentional so-swift step backwards that it is nearly a stumble, and the sharp but muffled sound of pain are enough to ring that it hit its mark. And while she withdraws back a step or so with that, sword still held strong even while her other hand raises to her chin and lower cheek. Delicately, she trails a finger over such, where the metal dug deep enough to leave thin trails of blood along with the obvious other pains. But pain... Is pain. And certainly no new wonder to Yui, for all that she has graced it with long enough a moment to recover from the initial stun and sting. Although that Kaori got such in is worth a small and surprised note of, "...My."
That is all. No, Yui is not one for anger, for violent vengance of pain. The stun can pass, by force of will, as she, without hesitation, pause, or warning more, only follows up that small tone with but another swing towards the younger woman. Well done. But the score is still much in Yui's favor, isn't it.
Close quarters is more her forte, her style... and the blow leaves her feeling confident, even if it wasn't the full brunt. The feeling of flesh and sinew beneath her fist... yes, that's what she liked. That's what she -wanted-. Kaori remains in her post-punch stance a moment after the blow has landed, before straightening back up again, waiting... perhaps she'll have to see if her steel-toe boots can hold up to what they should. The parry-by-blade pattern won't be able to hold up too much longer, and she's becoming winded, fast. The bleeding may have slowed, but it hasn't stopped by far, especially with the Shevvite woman continuing her bout. Swallowing a bit harshly, she takes a step back and alters her posture, the blade held back and away, now, her palm extended. "... A-Again...!" she shouts, breathing coming in deeper, slower breaths. "... Come at me again!"
Bloodthirsty thing, isn't Kaori? And Yui can not really decide whether to be inconvenienced at the new pain across her face, or oddly pleased that Kaori is finally going full out. Good girl, Kaori. But in many ways, perhaps this has been enough. How good a lesson /have/ you learned? With the briefest flicker of a grin, Yui is at it again, with a broad and yet fully powerful blow with the sword towards the torso- But with a catch this time. It's the sort of wider blow that is meant to be blocked. And with good reason, for all that she is aiming to knee her, right in her wounded side, while the attention is dragged away to the sword. Elementary, easy to see, and a little underhanded. But when Yui is getting winded, it is always a good idea to aim.. for the more effective bits.
Bloodthirsty, yes... Perhaps she -has- learned a good lesson thusfar. But... it won't change her own sense of 'right' and 'wrong'. Kaori drives forward as Yui comes forward herself. And perhaps overestimating her reach, with the way she grabs for the older Shevvite's face, forced instead to stop suddenly and knock the blow aside with her kodachi. The power in her swing is noticeably lessened as Yui's thrust has room to slow before it stops and is shoved away... and the pilot twists to move away, though Yui's knee drives home-- and her eyes widen and teeth clench as a choked noise escapes her throat. Sorry, Yui! Got some blood on your dress. Collapsing weakly to one knee, her breathing runs ragged as the urge to scream is repressed, hand gripping her side.
Oh, however will Yui manage to get the bloodstains out? Lucky for her, she couldn't care less. She hardly initiated this with the intention to keep her colors bright and whites white. She cringes, raises a hand to block as Kaori moves for the grab.. But it proves completely for naught when Kaori chokes and falls. And while the swordswoman regains her balance, she wastes no time in aiming the sword towards the crouching woman, despite how her breaths are visibly heavy herself, and blood trails down her cheek, ignored. Pains and bruises are nothing compared to what she has dealt, after all. Thus it would be rude to even be aware of it. "...Checkmate, I believe." So quiet and gentle those words, for all that just occurred. And with her blade trained on the woman as a precaution, she only pauses a moment before continuing softly, "Perhaps.. that is enough." She does not wish to harm her badly, after all. This was not meant to change her views, to turn her about, to forge a model citizen. It is a lesson. For potentially dooming her countrymen and their mission without a second thought or explanation, it is surprisingly mild. And then, an anticlimaticly maternal, "..Are you all right?"
Collapse! Breathing comparably heavy, if not more, the pilot grips her side carefully-- blood drips anew between her fingers and upon the sands, staining grains red. Kaori's head doesn't lift, however, as she audibly swallows and grunts while pausing... considering. "... ... f-fine..." she mutters, though her face pales a little bit. Head lifting a bit, she looks up to her superior with a hard look in her eyes, forcing herself calm despite the beating she's taken thusfar. "... w-what're you waiting for? Aren't you going to f-finish me off...?" she asks, the twitch in her eye pulling her face into a bit of a grimace.
"Of course not." Is Yui's gentle responce, with all the kindness of a mother chiding a child. She lowers her blade, keeping her gaze focused on the younger woman at all times. Her heavy breaths given many minutes between to recover to something more casual, more normal, "I think this is quite enough. Wouldn't you rather return home?" As if Yui had not just slashed you open and diced you through in a phenomenal display of teaching a naughty girl a lesson. No. She is done, it is over. And unless Kaori would like to finish it, Yui seems content enough to only clean the blood off her blade on her dress. "Although I'm afraid that you wont be permitted to participate in the strike against Jasper." It is such a little thing, such a silly thing, to bring up at a moment like this.
Which is ... strangely unfamiliar. Motherly chiding. Even at her age, too! And then... she blinks. Rather awkwardly, at that. "... Home...? Confined to quarters?" she asks with a mild hint of curiosity. No, she won't stand with the RPG-esque instant recovery, though she rises with a heavy stagger, kodachi left buried blade's tip-down in the sand. "... unngh..." Kaori's arms hold close to her sides, hands clapsed firmly over the slash. "... or... what? I ... I don't understand..."
Kaori has disconnected.
"Home, yes. And confined. It is an uncomfortable situation, I am well aware, but perhaps being in Aphel Aura will be a comfort." She slides the cleaned blade back into its sheath- She'll tend to it better later- but the priority of the moment is Kaori. "I am afraid that it is necessary to keep you under guard until we decide what should be done. Although I doubt anyone shall consider serious incarceration until you are healed." Such a turnabout! Stabbings to a not so harsh but solid sort of punishment. The proverbial slap on the wrist. "I hope that will be acceptable."
That is not a question- There is no option of 'No, I would not like to go home or be treated like a felon'. No 'I'd rather not be imprisoned at all'. It is simply that: I hope you will not mind. And with that, Yui only offers a hand, "Can you walk a while? I'm afraid I have no way of treating your wounds here."
Oh, that would indeed be a nice option. Not being under guard. Life doth not permit it, of course. And one bloodstained hand thrusts up to grip onto Yui's own; abnormally warm (if not uncomfortably hot) to the touch, taking advantage of it long enough to be up more steadily and nearly lean into the older swordswoman. "I... I can walk... k-kind of..." She stumbles a little bit, however, and the worry on her face is quite visible. Punishment after she's healed up... right, right. "... I understand, ma'am..." she murmurs a bit more, head lowering. Well, there goes any concept of ever scoring a vacation.
Set.
It'd be a beautiful option, to walk away from this. But that is the liberty and freedom given to the trustworthy and the loyal. Just what to do with Kaori, however.. Is an issue for another day. For the time being, the lesson has been learned. Yui's point has been made enough. And her withdrawn back to calmness and nearly eerie maternal comforts is a striking and nearly disturbing contradiction, "I am glad. I'd be more than glad to bring you back to Shevat in my Gear- We can have yours picked up later. I'm sure you realize that any foul play will not take you very far, so I will not remind you of that." Didn't you just do so? But she keeps a tight hold on that hand, ready to catch Kaori if she stumbled or lost her balance, as she slowly begins the walk towards Freya. Cut and dry, easy as that. A fight, a lesson, and it's over. Like that.