Once again Nora’s rejuvenated and ready to go, this time with the fine texture of Ren’s tunic imprinted on one cheek. It ain’t exactly warpaint, but it blots her cheek anyway from the pressure of leaning on Ren so heavily, and she rubs it reflexively after her feet are on the ground again.

Second order of business is taking Magnhild from her side, folding her beloved weapon up into its projectile mode with an eager grin. Pokémon tournaments and battles and training are what they are, but this is a human’s fight at last!

Dig their way in? How about blast it? Knock knock~