( she breathes out through her nose. maybe it's nearly a laugh, the sound she makes. or something else. her fingers flex at her thighs, twist in her summer-weight skirts, and she settles on: )
I'm having sort of an odd day.
( for someone who'd probably say I'm fine with a sucking chest wound, )
And I haven't felt like that holding a sword in— a while. Years. But I'm alright, ( she decides, and it sort of sounds like she's deciding to be, but maybe like she has a sturdy enough place to stand that she can. )
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( she breathes out through her nose. maybe it's nearly a laugh, the sound she makes. or something else. her fingers flex at her thighs, twist in her summer-weight skirts, and she settles on: )
I'm having sort of an odd day.
( for someone who'd probably say I'm fine with a sucking chest wound, )
And I haven't felt like that holding a sword in— a while. Years. But I'm alright, ( she decides, and it sort of sounds like she's deciding to be, but maybe like she has a sturdy enough place to stand that she can. )