"Better off that that way," Pyrrha says. "Shame about the roses."
On the way back to their blanket, as well as the crabs, Pyrrha grabs some large rocks. These go in the cloak as well. It's heavy by the end, but she lifts it over one shoulder and walks along. It leaves her without any open hands to react to anything. If something attacks them, she's delayed at least a few fractions of a second to reach her spear, her gun, or her knife on that side, or she could let go of Chrollo's hand, lose the ability to breath, but reach the gun or knife over there. Alternatively, she's trusting Chrollo to take care of whatever attacks.
In any case, they get peaceably back to their blanket, where she sets down the burden.
"Not interested in strangulation, noted."
Pyrrha takes the rocks out of the cloak and eyes Chrollo. "Mind if I borrow our hands?" she asks. He assents, and she brings them over to the rock. Not breaking contact, she disentangles their fingers and rotates so his hand rests over hers. With each rock, Pyrrha meditates over them, biting her cheek, until they're heated up. That's quick, easy, over in a second. Longer is sealing it in so they stay hot a long time. At least she's not as exhausted (blood effect) as when she learned this process.
She sets them up in the sand and makes a flat surface on top of them. "Time to get water," she says cheerfully."
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On the way back to their blanket, as well as the crabs, Pyrrha grabs some large rocks. These go in the cloak as well. It's heavy by the end, but she lifts it over one shoulder and walks along. It leaves her without any open hands to react to anything. If something attacks them, she's delayed at least a few fractions of a second to reach her spear, her gun, or her knife on that side, or she could let go of Chrollo's hand, lose the ability to breath, but reach the gun or knife over there. Alternatively, she's trusting Chrollo to take care of whatever attacks.
In any case, they get peaceably back to their blanket, where she sets down the burden.
"Not interested in strangulation, noted."
Pyrrha takes the rocks out of the cloak and eyes Chrollo. "Mind if I borrow our hands?" she asks. He assents, and she brings them over to the rock. Not breaking contact, she disentangles their fingers and rotates so his hand rests over hers. With each rock, Pyrrha meditates over them, biting her cheek, until they're heated up. That's quick, easy, over in a second. Longer is sealing it in so they stay hot a long time. At least she's not as exhausted (blood effect) as when she learned this process.
She sets them up in the sand and makes a flat surface on top of them. "Time to get water," she says cheerfully."