"Kuja, please--" Her face is burning with shame. Though they've been at odds before, she always considered the woman a friend, despite the fact that Kuja was hardly the kindest person she knew. Seeing her in obvious distress feels wrong, alien--after all, she'd always boasted about how strong she was.
She feels dizzy, lightheaded. She doesn't know what to say, how to fix it, and even though she's learned she needs to face things, her first instinct is to turn tail (no pun intended) and flee. So she runs, abandoning the bucket of sand, not even considering that Kuja was probably much faster than she was.
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She feels dizzy, lightheaded. She doesn't know what to say, how to fix it, and even though she's learned she needs to face things, her first instinct is to turn tail (no pun intended) and flee. So she runs, abandoning the bucket of sand, not even considering that Kuja was probably much faster than she was.