[ he comes into view. for a moment, she's disoriented. he looks like a child, face mostly clean, hair soft and short and slicked out of his face. his nose is too big and his brows too small. ]
Who —
[ her voice cracks. her lungs hurt. no, that's not right. the expanding of her chest with breaths big enough for speech make her shoulder ache. the lynx had bitten her.
but then the rest of him comes into view. the armor. she reaches up in a prompt effort to attack — fingers going for his face — but she can't reach and her limbs are weak and it leaves her dizzy. she groans. ]
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Who —
[ her voice cracks. her lungs hurt. no, that's not right. the expanding of her chest with breaths big enough for speech make her shoulder ache. the lynx had bitten her.
but then the rest of him comes into view. the armor. she reaches up in a prompt effort to attack — fingers going for his face — but she can't reach and her limbs are weak and it leaves her dizzy. she groans. ]