[Finally registering the spines along the wyvirrel that looked like they could probably pierce right through her, Niles leans over to grab her by the middle and drag her back towards him along the bar. He puts her on his shoulder again. He needs her as his eyes right now, not picking any more fights. She wriggles in protest, but stops actively hissing.
He doesn't turn to face Seteth, getting his DTF in his incredibly limited field of view involved enough awkward shifting on his seat. Turning further to face the owner of the stern voice would mean twisting his torso, and that kick Byleth had landed on his ribs made that more trouble than it was worth. Zero could keep an eye on the stranger.]
I'm preparing to re-set my nose, and I don't need an audience.
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He doesn't turn to face Seteth, getting his DTF in his incredibly limited field of view involved enough awkward shifting on his seat. Turning further to face the owner of the stern voice would mean twisting his torso, and that kick Byleth had landed on his ribs made that more trouble than it was worth. Zero could keep an eye on the stranger.]
I'm preparing to re-set my nose, and I don't need an audience.