Aspel/Rictor/Seloria/Open!
Seloria's light clothes clung to her skin and her hair was matted to her forehead. Any make-up she had been wearing had been washed from her face. In short, she looked a complete mess, but that didn't stop her from moving toward the two just as she found herself addressed. She held herself with dignity, despite her appearance and walked as gracefully and quickly as ever. Her feet were cold and her slippers were soaked.
"Stop smiling, you have been hurt," she said looking rather cross with the fact that it happened. It should not have. She had to work harder. "Where did that mage go?" she asked as she looked around for him. She didn't fuss, per se, but she did look down at the slash in her brother's leg. She reached out toward it to check. Her actions were far too familiar to be that of a stranger. "You should be more careful." It was only then that the seriousness faded from her features into something softer. An actual smile. She was trying to figure out how to look at Aspel. The last time she'd seen her she'd almost collapsed from shock.
Of course the man had been kind and handsome, but it was quite embarrassing for her.
Aspel had become what she'd wanted as far as Seloria could see. She wanted to be a fighter and she was good at it. The girl didn't know how she felt about that either, but she wasn't comfortable enough to approach her by any means.