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Himawari Kunogi ([personal profile] controllingluck) wrote 2012-02-10 08:41 am (UTC)

[Oran stayed near as the man came close, taking the praise and being good, watching over the girl. The cat stayed in her bag, crossed over her shoulder and the bird hid in her hair still. She was the worst of the group of them and even then she was pushing herself to 'be alright'. It was luck that saved her friends here, she was sure of that.]

It's... not that bad. [she tried to assure him before coughing into a hand. It wasn't good either. the burn scars were old, yes, but the blood was fresh and she had it covered for the most part. When he scooped her up carefully, one hand reached to grab hold of him, startled like. The other held the covered sword so tightly to herself that one might have thought it was the most precious thing in the world to her it was]

I-I'm fine. Just a bit... out of it is all. I can w-walk once we're outside of here. You shouldn't have come, Will. It's dangerous. [more so because she was here.]

[She held back hisses and groans of pain, not letting them slip too easy, but it was clear she was in pain, as well as being a bit dazed. Everything was stacking up on her hard but slow]

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