The woman would let out a soft grunt of annoyance as the staff in Sorei's hands collided with her shoulder, sending the girl stumbling forward a step. Was she really so off her game as to be getting caught out already? That said, her lover was certainly more skilled than the brand of footsoldiers that she normally found herself up against. She was quick to remind herself of that fact, before turning and confronting Sorei again.
Without a word, she would lunge forward, bringing the bo staff down with both hands, lashing out. She had the restraint to avoid targeting the girl's head, instead swinging at her collar. The attack was more or less a feint, though, and was followed by a low-cutting sweep at her feet made with the opposite end.
When they were finally clear of the thicker part of the city, the prince would turn back to his wife, scowling briefly as she questioned whether or not he had a fever. "Cold? The girl is practically burning me here. I doubt I need to remind you that I'm the one who is holding her" he would answer simply, almost unable to believe your ears.
"If anyone is running a fever, it's her. Here. See for yourself" the prince would answer simply, reaching for one of her hands. Naturally, he would quickly guide it up to grasp one of Yelena's little hands, thinking that she would see the truth of the matter as soon as she tried again. "the baby was just sitting in the middle of a fire. How could she be anything else?"
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