[Mantis doesn't question her answer; far be it from her to attempt to say when someone has met their limit or not when she does not know them. She turns her hand over and slowly flexes her wrist, sighing in relief when she's able to move it without that sharp stinging pain of just a few minutes ago. Her fingers are a bit sore, but it's already infinitely better than it was.]
Thank you. That truly is a remarkable talent. [She reaches for the burns, wincing a bit fingertips trace the edges of what look to be acid burns. They're what hurts the most; she could have almost forgotten the wrist and fingers in the face of the burns.] Of course.
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Thank you. That truly is a remarkable talent. [She reaches for the burns, wincing a bit fingertips trace the edges of what look to be acid burns. They're what hurts the most; she could have almost forgotten the wrist and fingers in the face of the burns.] Of course.