[ That sigh is familiar, and it quells some of his anxiety, at least. His gaze flicks to her arm, and— okay. Yes. Her wounds have healed, but there’s still something off. Something not quite Gamora. Maybe months and months ago he wouldn’t have noticed, but he’s spent enough time around her by now that he just knows.
There’s something wrong. He can feel it in his gut – and Yondu had always taught him to trust his instincts. ]
Did you— touch something? Inhale something? [ Because they were in a warehouse filled to the rafters with drugs. Maybe she’s having a weird reaction to trace remnants of Dust? ]
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There’s something wrong. He can feel it in his gut – and Yondu had always taught him to trust his instincts. ]
Did you— touch something? Inhale something? [ Because they were in a warehouse filled to the rafters with drugs. Maybe she’s having a weird reaction to trace remnants of Dust? ]