[@Katakuri]

Lavender looked on. The wraith had taken it’s chance- and struck. Obviously she had not anticipated for the spirit to literally fall apart and become as dark as the night sky. The woman couldn’t lie- she was startled when the wraith just..evaporated. Regaining her composure, she couldn’t help but see another glimmer of light on the spirit’s being. Every mark told a story- and this star just told it’s tale to her. She spared a glance towards the other direction to see how the main battle was going.

Ah. This is what Lavender had came here for. Well, she supposed she got what she wanted in the end. The woman barely flinched when an arrow flew close to her mask as she looked on at the scene playing out in front of her. A very strange feeling of guilt was settled somewhere inside of her, guilty for not doing much other than watch.

Upon seeing the wolf attempting to reach the backpack of the man with healing blood, Lavender knew what it was looking for.

The dagger. Of course it had to be the dagger.

Lavender gave a sigh, and though she had the urge to leap forward and just do anything, she simply leaned back and waited. It definitely wasn’t her place to fight the wolf, or do something sappy like get down on one knee and retrieve the dagger to give it back while apologising profusely. 

Even if it was, she highly doubted she could take it on anyway.