"Vol!" Penelope shouted. Her run came with staggered steps. One front in front of the other, swaying as she went. She looked ready to fall over at any second. Her breathing came even more rapidly than Vale's had just a few moments before.
The older woman steadied her with a gentle touch as Penelope almost fell upon her arrival.
"You still move strongly, Princess," Vale said with a warm smile.
Penelope nodded, taken in by Vale's affection just for a second, before she remembered her purpose, and made her statements to Vol. "They're on their feet again, Vol, but they ought not be fighting… Any more, and their wounds will reopen."
