[ This is exactly the kind of reaction she was afraid of. Everything feels so heavy; she'd much rather have the jokes and nonchalance any day. That's what helps her. Otherwise, it's just a lot of quiet anger and too much time spent lost in her own twisted thoughts about this all.
She wants to say something, anything to break the silence that pervades everything. All she actually does though is sit and wait. ]
You got it.
[ Though she's been trying to hide it behind the hem of her jacket collar, he'll likely notice as he comes in close that her neck is bruised all the way round. They're blue and black - so a couple days old, like her surprise amputation - and ache plenty too. But she's good at powering through pain; she's good at acting like it doesn't matter that her hand was lobbed off and she was nearly asphyxiated by vines and that she's bone deep tired and screwed up beyond any fathomable sense of the expression. ]
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She wants to say something, anything to break the silence that pervades everything. All she actually does though is sit and wait. ]
You got it.
[ Though she's been trying to hide it behind the hem of her jacket collar, he'll likely notice as he comes in close that her neck is bruised all the way round. They're blue and black - so a couple days old, like her surprise amputation - and ache plenty too. But she's good at powering through pain; she's good at acting like it doesn't matter that her hand was lobbed off and she was nearly asphyxiated by vines and that she's bone deep tired and screwed up beyond any fathomable sense of the expression. ]