[ It's pretty much this moment that makes Clair realize that JJ is completely out of it—and he's going to be wholly useless. Her head still feels like it's swimming, though, and he's so heavy that she feels like she can barely breathe—luckily, there's nothing like the threat of burning down the whole shantytown neighborhood to encourage motivation. ]
Jean-Jacques! Do— [ Here, she shoves to his shoulder in an attempt to roll him off of her. ] Do stand up!
[ She shoves again. If that doesn't work, she just starts wriggling out from underneath him, until she can get to her feet—the world tilts a little, but fire—and rush to the stove. Which is still in flames, by the way—luckily they've stayed mostly contained to the stew in the pot, and haven't reached high enough to set the walls or ceiling on fire.
Yet. ]
Oh, goodness me! [ What does she do?? Water?? Is there water??? ]
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Jean-Jacques! Do— [ Here, she shoves to his shoulder in an attempt to roll him off of her. ] Do stand up!
[ She shoves again. If that doesn't work, she just starts wriggling out from underneath him, until she can get to her feet—the world tilts a little, but fire—and rush to the stove. Which is still in flames, by the way—luckily they've stayed mostly contained to the stew in the pot, and haven't reached high enough to set the walls or ceiling on fire.
Yet. ]
Oh, goodness me! [ What does she do?? Water?? Is there water??? ]