Were she not still chasing off phantom aches and beginning to tremble, Krile might laugh at the juxtaposition of his truth and hers.]
I'll be fine.
[By the Twelve, would her voice not halt and shudder so? 'Tis almost compulsory, the way she looks him up and down a few times, gaze lingering where the harpoon pierced through. There is nothing there now, of course, not on the surface.]
Just...a moment's headache. [She need not rub her head for effect alone. Doing it for real does help a little.] Probably made worse by all these infrequent meals.
[She hasn't echoed dying before. Not even close. The brave face and hesitant next sip of what remains of the stew hide a heart that still feels as though a fist holds tight to it.]
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Were she not still chasing off phantom aches and beginning to tremble, Krile might laugh at the juxtaposition of his truth and hers.]
I'll be fine.
[By the Twelve, would her voice not halt and shudder so? 'Tis almost compulsory, the way she looks him up and down a few times, gaze lingering where the harpoon pierced through. There is nothing there now, of course, not on the surface.]
Just...a moment's headache. [She need not rub her head for effect alone. Doing it for real does help a little.] Probably made worse by all these infrequent meals.
[She hasn't echoed dying before. Not even close. The brave face and hesitant next sip of what remains of the stew hide a heart that still feels as though a fist holds tight to it.]