#//yunaka......... :kittenhold:

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She almost misses sight of her, quiet as every other time Yunaka has seen her. It's only out of the corner that she catches sight of a familiar purple that she remembers carefully running her fingers through a few moons earlier. Yunaka pauses on her path to where she's meant to be and turns, sharply, to go over to her instead.

"Not hurt too badly, are ya?" She's got half a mind to tease her about keeping her hair off the ground during battles, but she decides against it. She's not sure how much the wins and losses matter to Sophia, and she doesn't want to accidentally press down on a sore spot.

One of her many (stolen) juice boxes is pulled out from a pocket and held out to her, along with a smile. "Sorry, I don't have any better consolation prize to offer right now. I didn't need an exam like this to tell how amazing you are anyway."

...alright, no, she can't resist. Yunaka nods at Sophia's hair. "You want help with that again? Fighting's over, but we still gotta march back after they finish up, and it would suck if someone accidentally stepped on it or something."

This really must be Sophia's lucky day, because she gets not just one, but two (2) juice boxes just for participating. The first comes from the person she would expect, but the second comes from a different, but still familiar face.

Sophia shakes her head lightly. All of the remaining smouldering embers have been extinguished by this point and her body would heal the bruises on its own even if the volunteers at the medical tent hadn't swarmed her with healing staves at the ready. She would be sore for some time for sure, but that is only a sign that her body is mending itself.

Pain truly is relative, if she thinks about it. Compared to great mechanical beasts trying to crush her with rocks and their own bodies, taking the blunt end of a lance from a human man really isn't that bad after she's had a few minutes to sit and catch her breath.

"...Amazing...? ...Me...? No, um, it probably... wasn't as impressive... as you're imagining."

It had been a tome she'd been unfamiliar with, one that lacked the devastating raw power she'd come to expect from dark magic. It was a spell well-suited to a friendly battle, even if the aftereffects had been stronger than she'd expected.

Something to investigate more on her own time, then.

The topic of her hair comes up once more, leading Sophia to tilt her head. She'd never particularly minded the length of her hair, but it seems like recently people had become concerned with it. Or at least concerned enough to bring it up to her directly instead of just thinking it to themselves.

"The ribbon..." Sophia says softly, turning her back to give Yunaka better access to the waterfall of hair behind her. "I didn't... want it to get dirty."

Considering where it had come from, that might be a lost cause, but wouldn't it be nice to make it last as long as possible?