[ Mortals, in general, are technically weaker. Even a god at their weakest would still have some sort of well of power that they could draw on that a human couldn't. And while Hilda knows that without a doubt, it still has the desired effect that Rocket is probably going for - comfort. Granted, some of that might be coming from the helpful pat on her back.
Whatever the real source of comfort is, it's enough to help soften the real-talk. ]
Yeah it was a -
[ She shifts, stepping back a bit so she can magic the offending shield into existence. It doesn't quite look like a shield though. A bloodied bangle. At least it is when it's inactive. ]
It was this. [ Her nose wrinkles slightly at the recollection as her eyes water. ] I had to tug it off his arm. Not that there was much arm left.
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Whatever the real source of comfort is, it's enough to help soften the real-talk. ]
Yeah it was a -
[ She shifts, stepping back a bit so she can magic the offending shield into existence. It doesn't quite look like a shield though. A bloodied bangle. At least it is when it's inactive. ]
It was this. [ Her nose wrinkles slightly at the recollection as her eyes water. ] I had to tug it off his arm. Not that there was much arm left.