It was nearly time for her shift around the planes. Well, thirty more minutes, technically, but Tear always liked to arrive a little earlier. After all, if someone managed to learn their schedule, it would make sabotage attempts much easier to plan. It was better to remain unpredictable and constantly alert. However, barely had she began making her way out of the ship that she happened to glance back at it
( ... )
Hearing Sara begin to mumble an indiscernible word -- one that resembled a name, she believed -- Tear warily halted, jerking her gaze down towards the girl. Seeing her begin to take in her surroundings, the quartermaster could feel a relieved smile briefly flicker past her face.
"Good, you're alright," she stated, before a vague hint of concern returned to her expression that was, more often than not, impassively neutral. "I found you lying on the deck. What happened? Are you injured in any way?"
A frown curved Tear's lips. "I see...can you stand?" She would say more in regards to Sara's response, but first, she needed to see if the girl was capable of standing on her own.
Tear gingerly lowered Sara back down, but, seeing the girl wobble, she soon found herself wondering if that was such a good idea. "You ought to rest. If you work too hard, you'll exhaust both your strength and your health."
Tear's expression softened by a fraction at the girl's words. "It's understandable, and your diligence is indeed admirable...but you have to keep in mind that you also want to be in fit condition when the race actually arrives." She paused for a second, as if to take another matter into consideration. "Are you worried about the outcome of the race?"
"I see." Tear fell silent for a moment, taking the girl's words into consideration before speaking again. "These races can make everyone a little competitive, with the Silvana as no exception. They're only counting on you because they hope to prove that our ship has the best pilot. So if you should lose, they'll be disappointed that they won't be able to boast about it. However, that doesn't mean they believe you're incompetent. After all, they aren't simply relying on you because of their pride. They're relying on you because they believe you possess the talent and skill." She mildly crossed her arms
( ... )
Sara thought about this for a second. "...Maybe you're right, but I'm still going to do what I can to win." She absently held her musical pendant. "I'm just thinking about something that someone said once."
"Oh, it's... something my brother said once." She didn't look at Tear. "'Only you can do what you've decided to do. If you feel that way, nothing is impossible.' That's what it was."
The way Sara spoke about her brother, Tear couldn't help wondering if there was something wrong. Did she miss him? That would be understandable, if not reminiscent of her own brother. "That's a nice saying. Just...don't overdo it." A slight frown accompanied this, an indication that she really didn't want to see the girl fainting out of exhaustion again.
She fought back another yawn. "I won't, then. I'll go to sleep if I have to." She didn't really want to stop working, but she hadn't slept in two days... and when was the last time she ate, anyway?
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...Why was Ms. Grants carrying her.
"What's going on?"
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