[It's hard to imagine someone kinder than Nier right now, with her cheeks full of apple and him coming to care for her while she was so sick. The cool touch on her forehead she vaguely recalls from before, in the haze of worse fever than the heat still lingering in her now.
But she can't say it at first, because she's chewing slowly, deliberately, trying to will herself not to feel anything like nausea. Even with the apple still in her mouth, though, she finally speaks, mumbling around her food.]
I'm not skilled at fighting at all... I've never had to do anything like that...
[Or did he mean making apple flowers? Okay, so maybe the fever is still making it a bit difficult for her to follow conversations properly.]
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But she can't say it at first, because she's chewing slowly, deliberately, trying to will herself not to feel anything like nausea. Even with the apple still in her mouth, though, she finally speaks, mumbling around her food.]
I'm not skilled at fighting at all... I've never had to do anything like that...
[Or did he mean making apple flowers? Okay, so maybe the fever is still making it a bit difficult for her to follow conversations properly.]