[ Clair, meanwhile, makes for a terrible patient. Rest and recuperation just take way too long, if you ask her, and so she ends up feeling restless and cantankerous, like a wild animal in a cage, long before she's fully rested and recuperated. There's also the fact that some of the radicals who kidnapped people remain at large even now, and she's itching to go out and capture them, to make some use of herself, to take what happened to her and wield it as a weapon instead.
...But there's also Percy and Richie and Yona. She feels crushed. Devastated. Their deaths weigh her down more than the injuries, which mostly hide beneath her skin, thanks to the potions and creatures her captors used. They left her weak, tired, in pain. And that was probably the only thing keeping her from marching out of here as she oscillated between restlessness and devastation. ]
Jean-Jacques? [ She sounds groggy—he'd woken her up, but she doesn't mind. What she can remember of her dream was all metal and blood. She pushes herself up to sit, her body stiff and aching. ]
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...But there's also Percy and Richie and Yona. She feels crushed. Devastated. Their deaths weigh her down more than the injuries, which mostly hide beneath her skin, thanks to the potions and creatures her captors used. They left her weak, tired, in pain. And that was probably the only thing keeping her from marching out of here as she oscillated between restlessness and devastation. ]
Jean-Jacques? [ She sounds groggy—he'd woken her up, but she doesn't mind. What she can remember of her dream was all metal and blood. She pushes herself up to sit, her body stiff and aching. ]
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