You're joking. [Frowning intensifies. She gives a tetchy little scoff and flips a hand through the air.] Why does this place insist on rubbing all our worst moments in our faces? Are we not low enough? Is being dead and living with rats in a garbage heap not punishment enough?
[She gasps as the pain shoots through her, letting go at once and shaking out her arm. Rosamund watches her for a moment, alarmed.]
I'm...I'm very sorry. I didn't — [Know? Couldn't guess? It should have been her first thought, considering how every other week has gone. Almost makes her miss the seeping thoughts and emotions. She smiles, though a bit thinly, and gestures towards the exit.]
[she smiles, but it's a little pained because of the effect. it'll wear off, though, and she nods, heading for the exit so they can go to the library together.]
...I've gotten injured a lot on my travels - and my friends usually patch me up very quickly, but since this seems like it's just putting every injury we've ever sustained out on display, it's... a lot.
That does make sense, yes. [She nods along, casting a curious glance at the girl. Unwitting of the rust blooming at her middle, where the briars emerge from her dress and wind jealously around her waist.] I can assume that was someone grabbing you in a fall, or a fight, or...?
...I'm not quite certain. I've been in a lot of fights. It could have been a fight, or... perhaps when I fell over the side of a lighthouse but grabbed onto the edge.
[who's to say?
her gaze flicks briefly to the rust forming on rosamund, and she clears her throat.]
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I'm sure it doesn't look as bad as you might think. I can take a peek? Maybe I can help in some way.
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It's not animal parts... It has to do with injuries we've gotten before.
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You're joking. [Frowning intensifies. She gives a tetchy little scoff and flips a hand through the air.] Why does this place insist on rubbing all our worst moments in our faces? Are we not low enough? Is being dead and living with rats in a garbage heap not punishment enough?
[Shaking her damn head.]
Does it hurt at all?
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[she makes a face.]
...it doesn't hurt right now, no. It's just... [she gestures vaguely with one of her hands.] It's there and I don't want everyone to see it.
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Let's go somewhere quiet, maybe it'll let up in a bit. I've been meaning to look at the library? We can wait it out there for a while, if you like.
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sheba jerks back.]
...the library is fine!
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I'm...I'm very sorry. I didn't — [Know? Couldn't guess? It should have been her first thought, considering how every other week has gone. Almost makes her miss the seeping thoughts and emotions. She smiles, though a bit thinly, and gestures towards the exit.]
Yes, let's go. We can talk about things there?
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[she smiles, but it's a little pained because of the effect. it'll wear off, though, and she nods, heading for the exit so they can go to the library together.]
...I've gotten injured a lot on my travels - and my friends usually patch me up very quickly, but since this seems like it's just putting every injury we've ever sustained out on display, it's... a lot.
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[who's to say?
her gaze flicks briefly to the rust forming on rosamund, and she clears her throat.]
...did you want to find a cloak too, or...
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How do you mean? [She looks down and finally notices her own.]
What? Oh, no, no no no! [Rosamund whips around, looking for anything to wrap around her middle.] As if it didn't look ghastly enough!
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[nyooms]
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[Off they zoom]
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