[She knows what a gun is—she’s heard of them, but it was some foreign weapon to her. She looks at the dead worm and then o him, slowly shaking her head.]
I... don’t think so? [Her throat hurts, but it always does. A constant ache thanks in part to the vicious rope-burn looking mark around it.] My ankle is a little sore...
[She doesn’t think it’s actually injured so much as just sore from where she’d wrenched it trying to keep running—the slime had hit her mid run and brought her down. Aside from those scratches and bruises, though, she figured she was fine.
She stares a moment down at her scratched palms, bewildered.] I can... feel pain now...?
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I... don’t think so? [Her throat hurts, but it always does. A constant ache thanks in part to the vicious rope-burn looking mark around it.] My ankle is a little sore...
[She doesn’t think it’s actually injured so much as just sore from where she’d wrenched it trying to keep running—the slime had hit her mid run and brought her down. Aside from those scratches and bruises, though, she figured she was fine.
She stares a moment down at her scratched palms, bewildered.] I can... feel pain now...?