Before ducking into the narrow opening the fireplace provides, Irhya grabs a lantern from Nanamo's bedside table and lights it, stepping into the shallow flow of water. It's convenient, at least; Y'shtola notes that the ancients clearly saw the need for a ready means of escape, and she is inclined to agree.
But it doesn't take long before both sets of Miqo'te ears perk, their attention drawn to the faint voices and footfalls on their trail, the sloshing of the same water at the feet of the Crystal Braves. Y'shtola and Thancred then see the same thing Yda and Papalymo had, yet unbeknownst to Irhya herself, and convince Minfilia to run ahead without them, much the same as before.
Irhya's lips thin. It isn't that she doesn't see the need for it as well. It isn't that she doesn't agree with the sentiment, but... the hope was for everyone to make it out alive. If it turns out that only the two of them get to escape, what will have been the point? All they do is smile at her and usher her along, and it's frankly infuriating, but she finally turns and starts moving again as fast as her feet will carry her.
"There are too many to simply fight off," she says to Camilla between breaths as they run, and to Minfilia by extension. "If they're just sacrificing themselves to keep us alive... I can't--"
Minfilia then stops as if physically stricken by something, at about the same moment a loud, thunderous crash is heard behind them. "Hydaelyn... she speaks to me!" Then, turning to the two of them, "I must remain behind... but you cannot stay with me."
"Have you lost your mind!?" Irhya snaps, looking like she's ready to fling the lantern into the woman's face for even entertaining the thought. She has no discernible weapon on her, either; it's not difficult to conclude she stands easily the slimmest chance against their pursuers in combat. "If they catch you, you'll be killed!"
"Please, you must go on! You are the Warriors of Light! You are hope -- for the Scions, and for all of the realm! As long as your flame continues to burn, the light of the dawn may ever be relit!"
It seems the sentiment is directed at Camilla as well, as though there had been two such individuals, but Irhya does not seem to question the oddity of this.
"'Tis the only way..." Minfilia finishes, taking off in the direction they came heedless of Irhya's protests.
She spends a moment in silence, then continues running, a bit slower and less enthused than before. "This wasn't about the Scions at all, then. This was about us," she concludes, her voice cracking at the end. "Even if none of them make it out alive from this, they'd still pin all their hopes onto the fact that at the very least, the two of us make it out alive. I... I'm not..."
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But it doesn't take long before both sets of Miqo'te ears perk, their attention drawn to the faint voices and footfalls on their trail, the sloshing of the same water at the feet of the Crystal Braves. Y'shtola and Thancred then see the same thing Yda and Papalymo had, yet unbeknownst to Irhya herself, and convince Minfilia to run ahead without them, much the same as before.
Irhya's lips thin. It isn't that she doesn't see the need for it as well. It isn't that she doesn't agree with the sentiment, but... the hope was for everyone to make it out alive. If it turns out that only the two of them get to escape, what will have been the point? All they do is smile at her and usher her along, and it's frankly infuriating, but she finally turns and starts moving again as fast as her feet will carry her.
"There are too many to simply fight off," she says to Camilla between breaths as they run, and to Minfilia by extension. "If they're just sacrificing themselves to keep us alive... I can't--"
Minfilia then stops as if physically stricken by something, at about the same moment a loud, thunderous crash is heard behind them. "Hydaelyn... she speaks to me!" Then, turning to the two of them, "I must remain behind... but you cannot stay with me."
"Have you lost your mind!?" Irhya snaps, looking like she's ready to fling the lantern into the woman's face for even entertaining the thought. She has no discernible weapon on her, either; it's not difficult to conclude she stands easily the slimmest chance against their pursuers in combat. "If they catch you, you'll be killed!"
"Please, you must go on! You are the Warriors of Light! You are hope -- for the Scions, and for all of the realm! As long as your flame continues to burn, the light of the dawn may ever be relit!"
It seems the sentiment is directed at Camilla as well, as though there had been two such individuals, but Irhya does not seem to question the oddity of this.
"'Tis the only way..." Minfilia finishes, taking off in the direction they came heedless of Irhya's protests.
She spends a moment in silence, then continues running, a bit slower and less enthused than before. "This wasn't about the Scions at all, then. This was about us," she concludes, her voice cracking at the end. "Even if none of them make it out alive from this, they'd still pin all their hopes onto the fact that at the very least, the two of us make it out alive. I... I'm not..."