[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/r5MA4gk.png[/img][h3][sup]━━━[color=9d78bd]❝[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRinzjIxEJ4][color=white]ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ[/color][/url] [color=9d78bd]❞[/color]━━━[/sup][/h3][/center]Physical limitations hadn’t exactly been on the forefront of Amaris’s mind when it came to pushback. Between her own dogged stubbornness and the talents more inclined to help someone with a personality like her own, the Moon Arrow had never thought to consider that her tolerance for fatigue and pain might be the one out of the normal range. Such were the perils of working alone, she supposed. Expectations were easy to make unreasonable without a frame of reference. 

Nevertheless, the dark-haired Hero gave only a restrained click of her tongue as a signal of the annoyances piling up on her shoulders. Attempts didn’t mean much when results were what spoke, but there were limits on how much someone with Amaris’s skillset could do. Again, something repulsive reared its head, an uncomfortable pressure settling over the woman’s chest in response. 

This was why working with people outside of AGC was hard.

[color=B592D2]“Tsk… having him on scene when the cameras get here won’t go well for him. AGC usually has some talents on site at hospitals for treatments in case trainees get a little too enthusiastic, but…”[/color] But what? Would spelling it out be any use the scheme of things? Frustrations painted her thoughts again. [color=B592D2]“…things could get dicey for him if his identity gets out, and that’s harder to fix. Car companies tend not to be very nice about taking care of PR, and I don’t see either of our agencies trying to fight that for no return.”[/color]

Despite the control Amaris displayed, she couldn’t hold back the tired sigh that came across their communications. 

[color=B592D2]“Part of taking care of the victims is making sure they don’t get burned by us after the fact.”[/color]

The memories such thoughts brought to the surface were unwelcome, at best. Then, the corner of Amaris’s mouth twitched as the seedlings of a plan came to mind. Physical limitations could be worked around, and they might even have a good photo opportunity. The thought of Remington’s taunting voice came to mind in response. If things worked out, he was going to be [b]so[/b] annoying about what came out of it.

[color=B592D2][i]‘Wow, I hate this plan already.’[/i][/color]

[color=B592D2]“Mmmh... It'll be tough if your legs give out here too. If you can’t move much, I’ll carry both of you. It should be fine if you play up his injuries a little and hold him steady while we move. Less damage in the backdrop too.”[/color] It might have been good that the drones weren’t focused on her and better still that they had their own lines for communication. Nobody but Elpis heard the strained notes that came with each of the Moon Arrow’s next (near-strangled) words. [color=B592D2]"And our agencies will… [i]love[/i]… the optics… and the public won’t… focus on him then…”[/color]