[ her shoulders relax half an inch, at the news everyone else is fine. jesper was used to handling his own in a fight, and nina could make anyone in her path quite literally drop dead. but wylan, with his soft hands and delicate features, who really didn't belong in the barrel whatsoever -- she is relieved to hear that he is okay.
she draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. she tests her legs, rolling her ankles loosely before swinging her feet off of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the edge. the movement hurts, and she still feels so cold, but figuring out what is working and what isn't is helping her keep focus.
so far, her legs are fine, albeit bruised. her back aches, likely from oomen slamming her into the crates as he ran in knife into her side. her shoulder burns, and her right knee has an odd twinge to it. the product of ramming it into oomen's worthless gut, probably.
if jesper or kaz didn't get to oomen first, he had best count his blessings. infuriating. ]
I do not need a babysitter.
[ she says finally, rolling her right wrist once before removing her arm from her middle, to roll her other one. curling and uncurling her fingers, forcing her blood to circulate, so she can feel warmer.
her energy is already almost gone. falling back asleep is probably the next thing on her agenda. but she's alive, which is what matters. that's the most important thing. ]
no subject
she draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. she tests her legs, rolling her ankles loosely before swinging her feet off of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the edge. the movement hurts, and she still feels so cold, but figuring out what is working and what isn't is helping her keep focus.
so far, her legs are fine, albeit bruised. her back aches, likely from oomen slamming her into the crates as he ran in knife into her side. her shoulder burns, and her right knee has an odd twinge to it. the product of ramming it into oomen's worthless gut, probably.
if jesper or kaz didn't get to oomen first, he had best count his blessings. infuriating. ]
I do not need a babysitter.
[ she says finally, rolling her right wrist once before removing her arm from her middle, to roll her other one. curling and uncurling her fingers, forcing her blood to circulate, so she can feel warmer.
her energy is already almost gone. falling back asleep is probably the next thing on her agenda. but she's alive, which is what matters. that's the most important thing. ]
You can go.