[ To her credit, Naminé doesn't actually let out the yelp of surprise she feels rising in her chest as the creature finally begins to break through the wood in earnest. Her eyes, however, do a passable impression of dinner plates, especially when her companion moves away from the door. Irises flicking his way and back to the source of their trouble again, Naminé looks briefly hesitant, but-- even were the goal of Sizhui's plan not made immediately obvious by its execution, she would have withheld comment. He's certainly proven himself capable enough so far to be worthy of at least that much trust.
Automatically she moves out of his way as he approaches - this time with far more of the reason owed to practicality than any kind of concern he might turn on her. With a step back she takes note of what he's doing and leaves him momentarily to it, instead electing to keep watch on the stunned creature. (If that's the most she can contribute right now, than so be it.) The sound of shattering glass has never sounded so welcome to her than it does as the shards of it begin to hit the floor. Naminé, wearing sandals, makes a hasty extra shuffle rearwards after a small chunk of dislodged material bounces off one of the straps of her shoes.
Their pathway secured as it is, she looks briefly surprised when Sizhui backs up, as if it hadn't even occurred to her that she might go first. Her head turns his way, lips parting around her, ]
Me? [ It's the practical solution, really, unarmed as she is - but more importantly, she's afraid to take the time to argue the point. ] -- Right...!
[ Stepping past him, she reaches for the frame. The window is a little high for her, and no sooner has she placed a palm down than she gives a soft hiss of pain; there's only so much glass one can remove so hurriedly, and she found that out firsthand. But it doesn't stop her, and with a shift in her grip she redoubles her efforts to clamber through the opening. Soon enough she's hopping down on the other side, and withdraws quickly away from the window to afford him the space to follow. ]
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Automatically she moves out of his way as he approaches - this time with far more of the reason owed to practicality than any kind of concern he might turn on her. With a step back she takes note of what he's doing and leaves him momentarily to it, instead electing to keep watch on the stunned creature. (If that's the most she can contribute right now, than so be it.) The sound of shattering glass has never sounded so welcome to her than it does as the shards of it begin to hit the floor. Naminé, wearing sandals, makes a hasty extra shuffle rearwards after a small chunk of dislodged material bounces off one of the straps of her shoes.
Their pathway secured as it is, she looks briefly surprised when Sizhui backs up, as if it hadn't even occurred to her that she might go first. Her head turns his way, lips parting around her, ]
Me? [ It's the practical solution, really, unarmed as she is - but more importantly, she's afraid to take the time to argue the point. ] -- Right...!
[ Stepping past him, she reaches for the frame. The window is a little high for her, and no sooner has she placed a palm down than she gives a soft hiss of pain; there's only so much glass one can remove so hurriedly, and she found that out firsthand. But it doesn't stop her, and with a shift in her grip she redoubles her efforts to clamber through the opening. Soon enough she's hopping down on the other side, and withdraws quickly away from the window to afford him the space to follow. ]