His eyes caught on the injury and the dried trickle of blood. Not a recent injury, and she seemed perfectly lucid.
Eleven's gaze dropped under the weight of her earnest recognition, but the flutter of nerves failed to manifest as more than a passing discomfort. But there was pride there too- a tiny, fragile kindling of it. He could claim it without guilt, without the feeling that he hadn't truly earned it.
Perhaps the truth of that credit was a little stretched, but it was hard to prove otherwise. It might just be the reality.
"It wasn't just me," he demurred, "Hendrik worked just as hard, and getting that water without you would have been a great risk.. There were a few others that helped. And of course, everyone that fought to defend us. Those that took down Unhalad.."
He dearly wished he'd been there for that, but the wounded had taken priority. "We all had a hand in this victory."
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Eleven's gaze dropped under the weight of her earnest recognition, but the flutter of nerves failed to manifest as more than a passing discomfort. But there was pride there too- a tiny, fragile kindling of it. He could claim it without guilt, without the feeling that he hadn't truly earned it.
Perhaps the truth of that credit was a little stretched, but it was hard to prove otherwise. It might just be the reality.
"It wasn't just me," he demurred, "Hendrik worked just as hard, and getting that water without you would have been a great risk.. There were a few others that helped. And of course, everyone that fought to defend us. Those that took down Unhalad.."
He dearly wished he'd been there for that, but the wounded had taken priority. "We all had a hand in this victory."