As Neve finished messing with Erin's settings, the lamia woke up.
Erin blinked a few times and then looked down at herself. Neve shifted uncomfortably behind her, her hands wrapped around her staff behind her. She tried to hide her guilty expression.
"I..."
Erin turned around and looked back at the room full of plates.
Countless spots of blood decorated almost every single one, along with arrows, bullets, scorch marks, and bloodstained spikes of ice.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Uh... We were making it past some traps and you hit your head pretty bad at the end."
"... That must have been quite the hit," Erin murmured as she looked at what was essentially a floor covered in blood.
"It was. Are you alright, though?"
"I... believe so. Yes. It feels quite strange, but, I suppose I have you to thank for not being in a worse condition. Thank you," she said with a grateful smile.
