[Later, when her mind is clear again, Frieda will reflect on what an incredibly loyal friend Rinku is. How often has she risked life and limb for her now? Defending her against the frost giants, repairing her broken limbs in the trial of the porcelain heart, so many other instances of selflessness and bravery... and now, ensuring she doesn't do anything she'd regret for the rest of her life.
Right as she wants to roll over, turn the tables on Rinku, and drain her, she gets another blood box stuffed in her mouth, and probably another one after that... and gradually, her animalistically intense stare regains its human(-ish) focus and recognition.]
Rinku..! Good grief...
[She stares at her own bloody hands. Despite not wanting to put her visibly battered friend through yet another wringer by having a mental breakdown on her, this is hard to come to terms with, even though she realises that thanks to Rinku's efforts, she at least didn't harm anybody.]
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Right as she wants to roll over, turn the tables on Rinku, and drain her, she gets another blood box stuffed in her mouth, and probably another one after that... and gradually, her animalistically intense stare regains its human(-ish) focus and recognition.]
Rinku..! Good grief...
[She stares at her own bloody hands. Despite not wanting to put her visibly battered friend through yet another wringer by having a mental breakdown on her, this is hard to come to terms with, even though she realises that thanks to Rinku's efforts, she at least didn't harm anybody.]