She doesn't see it. 

When Hyra spoils the fun of blameless little vixens by jumping onto the bed so that she'll notice what Kat is up to and then tackling her as she wrestles with her pet, she doesn't see it. She takes a thwack to the thigh and she fills the Prison Room with squeaks, but she doesn't see it. She sees a kind heart looking out for her and keeping her out of trouble by making sure jailors don't find out she's let their bed get ruined, instead.

When Hyra runs around behind her so that she trips when she tries to spin to match the movement, she doesn't see it. She takes a lick to the face and she fills the Prison Room with breathless laughter, but she doesn't see it. She sees a beautiful soul who isn't so caught up with winning that she forgets to check and make sure her partner is still having fun, instead.

Her swordplay is sloppy at best, even by the standards she set for herself while she was purifying that ghost. She's not creative with her movement and she doesn't follow the forms as she was taught them, like this then like this then like this, finishing like this. She's slow to the point of standing still, which is a courtesy born from the fact that she's much more scared of cutting Hyra on the sharp edge of her blade than she's even kinda sorta interested in winning the duel. 

It's not like she doesn't try, y'know? When Hyra's on the offensive she's much brighter and smiles a whole lot more, running through whole routines where she parries, spins, releases, catches the hilt with her other hand, and grins right before she falls victim to some new trick or technique. But she blocks like a [i]champ[/i], my girl does, and after the twentieth or so thwap to her poor red thighs she catches onto the idea that she can use the flat of her blade too. Which helps! A bit. Maybe. But even then the slowness and the nerves creep into her style and she never lands a single touch. 

And she doesn't see it. Hyra has a million ideas about fighting that she's never dared to dream about, and she falls for every single one of them. Sometimes, like with the coat-rack? It works [i]four times[/i] before she figures out how to catch it without exposing hers--- meeeeeeep! Thwap! Ow! Ahem. Five times. Without leaving an opening, please and thank you miss. And a block's as good as a hit as far as she's concerned, 'cause she's fighting Hyra of the Wolves who is by definition the bestest and most skilled swordswoman ever to grip a blade.

But she doesn't see it. When Hyra gets in real close and plants her front paws on Yue's shoulders, she doesn't see it. She loses herself in a pair of piercing red eyes that for a moment forget to be hard or taunting or any of that because they're too busy looking into a pair of vulnerable, wide blue ones, and right when there's maybe a spark of something so real and beautiful it makes her want to cry it ends with Hyra ducking low and thwap! Thwap! Owies! And she doesn't see it. But she feels her heart flutter faster, and she's pretty sure it's not 'cause of all the working out she's doing just now.

When Hyra crouches low on the other side of the room, she doesn't see it. When she waits there, cautiously and patiently and a buncha other ly's, she super duper swooper doesn't see it. She sees a stubborn wolf who's too good at this, gosh darn it, lift her tail and wiggle it like a finger to tease a poor, sore, sweaty girl and from there it doesn't matter what she sees because something tweaks inside of her and Yue goes rushing headlong into the trap, just for the chance to wipe that smirk out of her eyes. And she... well, I mean, can't you guess? She doesn't see the trap until all that momentum catches on a paw and she goes tipping and YEEPing into a full jacuzzi bath. 

She doesn't see it. Not just yet. She sees that she's sopping wet and that her frizzy hair has drooped all clingy to her back. She sees that her gorgeous and wonderful dress is stuck to every scrawny inch of her body, and she'd expect it to stop looking beautiful so that it could make her look as silly as she feels, but for some reason her reflection doesn't show her that? Instead it's beautiful, like someone made it [i]to[/i] be wet, and only now is she allowed to understand how wonderful she can look. Especially when she's at her worst. And she sees the bubble jets turn on, and goshy goshing goshies does she [i]moan[/i], because a body full of sore muscles and over-thwapped bruises in warm massage-y water can't help but do anything else now can it?

She wins the fight against the bath though, give her credit. She doesn't sink into the water and just bubble about until she falls asleep, even though that's half of what she can think about and it sounds so super good, doesn't it? It's just the other half that makes her fumble about the jets for her sword and (oh-so-carefully!) grip the hilt again so she can leap out and charge again before Hyra's got time to think of a new angle. Her charge is swift and silent. Her strike is sure. 

She doesn't see it. Her hands are too busy hugging every bit of wolf she can get them around, and her eyes are busy drinking in every little detail and all twists and knots of muscle, the clumps of fur and dirt, and every other wonderful tiny little thing that makes Hyra the most beautiful person on earth, even when she's not... y'know, a person just now. And she feels her heart squeeze itself to pieces and her breath choking in her throat and her hands let go of her sword. She braces for another smack. She knows it's coming, she blew it. 

Just... not before she sneaks in her first good shot of the night, yeah?

"I love you." she whispers, and flushes pink with the effort of never having actually said those words out loud before.

"I love you," she says it louder, fuller, so it can't be mistaken for anything else. Come on girl, give us a shout, "I love you!"

[Figure Out a Person: [b]6[/b]. This is happening with blades crossed, so even though she fails she still gets to ask, "What do you hope for the future?" This nets an advance, and I'm open to suggestions]