[Hazel's grip doesn't tighten when she feels muscles tensing beneath her fingers, but there is a brief moment of - somehow - especially quiet silence between them before it becomes clear Yuri isn't going to fight her. she doesn't know why it fucking matters if she can race this guy to safety or not should shit hit the fan, but it does. the knot in her stomach eases up just that tiniest bit for it, making the journey to the castle's looming embrace slightly less depressing.
there isn't much she's interested in saying even after they make it inside, her own thoughts still somewhat fixated on the outburst she'd just had. moral discomfort aside, she'd sure made one hell of a fucking scene. was Edith going to be pissed about it or pleased? it's definitely something that could put her that much closer to becoming a failure in the Silver Court's eyes, but-
oh. they were stopping. ...why?
once snapped back to complete reality Hazel's initial impression is that Yuri's about to do something annoyingly waifish. the guy gets around on a crutch and isn't much sturdier than she is - it only makes sense that he'd swoon or something stupid after a big shock like what they'd just had, right? she almost looks concerned before she can catch the expression in herself, lips parted to ask if he was going to fucking puke, when instead...]
Hey, hey, what the fuck?!
[it doesn't hurt at all, of course. Hazel's honestly more outraged that someone so very barely taller than her would dare to fuck around like this than in any pain. she squawks with indignant confusion, flapping at the offending hand like some sort of oversized fly that won't take a hint. her own 'counterattack' is equally toothless, but that's not a point worthy of focus here.]
it's fine, she's great at ~*repression*~
there isn't much she's interested in saying even after they make it inside, her own thoughts still somewhat fixated on the outburst she'd just had. moral discomfort aside, she'd sure made one hell of a fucking scene. was Edith going to be pissed about it or pleased? it's definitely something that could put her that much closer to becoming a failure in the Silver Court's eyes, but-
oh. they were stopping. ...why?
once snapped back to complete reality Hazel's initial impression is that Yuri's about to do something annoyingly waifish. the guy gets around on a crutch and isn't much sturdier than she is - it only makes sense that he'd swoon or something stupid after a big shock like what they'd just had, right? she almost looks concerned before she can catch the expression in herself, lips parted to ask if he was going to fucking puke, when instead...]
Hey, hey, what the fuck?!
[it doesn't hurt at all, of course. Hazel's honestly more outraged that someone so very barely taller than her would dare to fuck around like this than in any pain. she squawks with indignant confusion, flapping at the offending hand like some sort of oversized fly that won't take a hint. her own 'counterattack' is equally toothless, but that's not a point worthy of focus here.]