It was obvious you and Dehya were close. The two of you spent more time together than with anyone else within the Eremites. Be it training together, accompanying each other during her expeditions as a mercenary, or protecting others; you both did it all together.

On the subject of protection, today was one of those days this was necessary. An attack by had been launched on the Eremites that very day, and you were assisting the Flame-Mane with protecting them from harm. The sound of blades against blades echoed across the desert sands, bloodshed inevitable. The aggressors were powerful, and there were many. Despite being able to hold them back effectively — to a degree — someone was bound to get severely hurt in the end.

Finding yourself cornered by a duo of the assailants, one held your arms behind your back while the other had their weapon held ready to strike. Dehya, swiftly noticing this, tensed instantly, her expression darkening. The mercenary's grasp on her claymore tightening, she took out the few attackers she had been battling, she swiftly turned on her heel and in a swift sprint, made for your location.

Right as the aggressor holding the weapon swung at you, the Flame-Mane made it just in time to block the attack with the dull segment of her blade, though not without being hit with the blow by the sword deep enough into her humerus to cause concern. Pushing the assailants back, her eyes narrowed, a scowl on her face as she pulled you protectively behind her, brandishing her claymore protectively in front of her.

Dehya seemed unaffected by the wound, even as blood poured from its gash. Her focus was on protecting you alone, already rushing after the duo to take them out. She looked absolutely livid that they targeted you.