[Krile is, at last, attempting to clean herself up a bit; she's found warm water and soap and set to at least getting all the muck and blood off of her face. It stings quite a bit - evidence of actual wounds underneath, where she was hoping for, well, not that.
The touch on her shoulder comes as a surprise, for all it is gentle, and she starts, looking up and around a bit too quickly.]
As "all right" as anyone else here. [The voice is familiar in hindsight, and despite bone-deep weariness Krile musters up a tiny smile. Recognizing another who is trying to hold it all together for a while doesn't take any special abilities at all.]
I could ask you the same. Here. [She holds out a still-unused washcloth, soaked in said warm soapy water.] Unfortunately I've no mirror to hand.
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The touch on her shoulder comes as a surprise, for all it is gentle, and she starts, looking up and around a bit too quickly.]
As "all right" as anyone else here. [The voice is familiar in hindsight, and despite bone-deep weariness Krile musters up a tiny smile. Recognizing another who is trying to hold it all together for a while doesn't take any special abilities at all.]
I could ask you the same. Here. [She holds out a still-unused washcloth, soaked in said warm soapy water.] Unfortunately I've no mirror to hand.