[ It is, admittedly, thankless work. There is no honor in chopping up bodies even if the effort is to revitalize the land and feed the soil. The technology the people here use is foreign to her, and she has no advantage as she has not been called here like a true Servant might be. The effect is jarring, and Atalanta scans the area almost aimlessly, her keen eyes and ears taking in the sight of the bodies, the terrible smell of oil and machinery--
And then the sound of someone vomiting nearby.
Atalanta's ears perk up at the sound and she spies Caleb doubled over, his coat a mess. With care, she wanders to his side, and a metal gloved hand touches his back. ]
Easy.
[ His first battle, the first sight of death? There is a brief clench of sympathy around her heart, though she has always delighted in battle. Perhaps he is injured. ]
nothing wasted.
And then the sound of someone vomiting nearby.
Atalanta's ears perk up at the sound and she spies Caleb doubled over, his coat a mess. With care, she wanders to his side, and a metal gloved hand touches his back. ]
Easy.
[ His first battle, the first sight of death? There is a brief clench of sympathy around her heart, though she has always delighted in battle. Perhaps he is injured. ]
Should I get someone to aid you?