[It all happens a little too fast for her to fully register what’s happening. Her body reacts instinctively not to get away from the sword, but on a single thought that she can’t let Xue Yang get stabbed. Especially not in her own home. That just seems kind of like, rude?
But then she’s hitting the floor with a gasp of pain and its because of the floor, not any new stab wounds (she knows because she begins to pat at her sides before realizing the sword is somehow still in Xue Yang despite her best efforts).
She sits up with a wince, not sure who to call out first here, but some of the wind is sort of taken out of her sails at Xue Yang admonishment.]
H-hey... [She can’t...really defend herself against that, come on man. At least give her a fighting chance. But he must be okay if he’s still able to argue like this and she hurries to her feet again]
Xue Yang, let go of his sword, you’re going to make the wounds worse! And Jin Ling, put it away!
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But then she’s hitting the floor with a gasp of pain and its because of the floor, not any new stab wounds (she knows because she begins to pat at her sides before realizing the sword is somehow still in Xue Yang despite her best efforts).
She sits up with a wince, not sure who to call out first here, but some of the wind is sort of taken out of her sails at Xue Yang admonishment.]
H-hey... [She can’t...really defend herself against that, come on man. At least give her a fighting chance. But he must be okay if he’s still able to argue like this and she hurries to her feet again]
Xue Yang, let go of his sword, you’re going to make the wounds worse! And Jin Ling, put it away!