[Moving her gaze away from the injured shinki after adjusting the bandages some more, Sheryl turns to Omi with an owlish look. She's a little torn... the workaholic part of her is screaming out "don't do it!" and just continue what she's doing, no receiving help whatsoever. The part of her that's honestly weary, on the other hand, is scolding at her for not heeding the reasonable advice: take a break.
Sheryl spares another bleeding shinki just a few feet away from Omi, then casts an expectant look.]
See that girl right there? If you want to help, then take care of her first!
['Please don't worry about me.' The words that she's tempted to say, but is too focused on her task to even say them.]
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Sheryl spares another bleeding shinki just a few feet away from Omi, then casts an expectant look.]
See that girl right there? If you want to help, then take care of her first!
['Please don't worry about me.' The words that she's tempted to say, but is too focused on her task to even say them.]