[ The man's pleas and oaths are cut short by the sword through his throat. Yan watches impassively as he gasps and gurgles blood for only a heartbeat or two, before his eyes roll back, and his body is suddenly limp on the ground, held up only by Peter's blade.
When the man is finally still, the tension that's been holding Yan tight as a bowstring finally snaps, and she finds herself sagging against Peter's leg, out of the energy it had taken to keep herself upright. The last few days have been hell, she's had minimal food, and her injuries are worse – and she's exhausted. Her tails go limp as her ears press back against her head, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
She makes a soft, chirping sound that's ostensibly a "thank you." ]
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When the man is finally still, the tension that's been holding Yan tight as a bowstring finally snaps, and she finds herself sagging against Peter's leg, out of the energy it had taken to keep herself upright. The last few days have been hell, she's had minimal food, and her injuries are worse – and she's exhausted. Her tails go limp as her ears press back against her head, panting as she tries to catch her breath.
She makes a soft, chirping sound that's ostensibly a "thank you." ]