[Though Sieglinde had only recently returned from Oska, she was already back in the garb favored by the locals- blending in as much as possible was always better than standing out, no matter how Audentes stuck out like a sore thumb wherever they went. Green gingham dress fluttered in the slight breeze- or was that just wind kicked up by the duel in progress? Her hair is a mess, her pinafore is stained, come straight from her makeshift laboratory in order to make sure neither of the combatants in this duel over pride and honor lost their lives. Her expression, already strained from the effort it has taken her to resign herself to watch two people who she cares for fight, only tightens when Papyrus enters her view.
Lucina could handle anyone else who tried to interfere, mitigate damage if a bystander accidentally wandered in... but Sieglinde viewed Papyrus as her responsibility. Just as Koltira, as a patient was her responsibility, as Olivia, her disciple was, how... well, almost everyone she knew was.
There is a moment where she simply stares at him, but finally she raises her voice.]
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Lucina could handle anyone else who tried to interfere, mitigate damage if a bystander accidentally wandered in... but Sieglinde viewed Papyrus as her responsibility. Just as Koltira, as a patient was her responsibility, as Olivia, her disciple was, how... well, almost everyone she knew was.
There is a moment where she simply stares at him, but finally she raises her voice.]
Do not do this, Papyrus.
[In warning.]