[ she's just somewhere being extremely unhappy at the moment, maybe just clutching an empty can and staring into it with a frustrated look on her face. her hair is hastily thrown up into a loose ponytail and the front of her dress has been slashed, revealing just the blue shirt underneath. she seems okay physically at least! yay!
[ yeah he can see she's fine, actually, i got a 15 so i decided to be nice and just ruin her clothes yippee. but yeah he can see it's just a cut that's sliced through the black fabric and partially into the blue. ]
I'm fine - I'm... I'm okay... she didn't hurt me.
[ her voice does not sound okay, she sounds wobbly. ]
Wish I could have done something. Anything.
[ because now daan's hurt and she couldn't do shit. she's miserable. ]
[ she gives him a very tired, but wholly amused look. as amused as you can be when your friends are dying tomorrow yahoo. ]
Yeah, sure thing. You can always lean on me.
[ she's 5'4" she knows. but she'll reach out and take his hand, fingers curling around his hand and drawing herself to her feet and taking a couple of steps forward. ]
[ she'll sling her arm around his waist carefully. he can, actually, lean on her a little more. she's startlingly sturdy on her own two feet, even if the events of the past... well... everything, have given her a bit of a shake to her fingertips. ]
No... it's like the more we find, the more we lose. There's no winning here on any side.
[ carefully, she will just touch her head to his shoulder a bit, a soft nudge. ]
Now all we can do is rest, make sure our heads are clear for everything to follow. I... worry what's going to happen to Cam...
[he still hurts everywhere, but the swamp healed the worst of it -- even if it did leave this pulsing headache behind -- but Lavi's used to migraines, so he focuses past it, to the solid presence of Marina at his side,
...]
I don't think she'll be in the ritual tomorrow at least. [which would be a good thing, except] That would mean she'd be like Iwa -- except we all know that she's influenced.
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mutters when she sees lavi: ]
... We did it...
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Did she get you? Let me see.
[IS SHE BLEEDING? CHAR? IS SHE WOUNDED?]
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I'm fine - I'm... I'm okay... she didn't hurt me.
[ her voice does not sound okay, she sounds wobbly. ]
Wish I could have done something. Anything.
[ because now daan's hurt and she couldn't do shit. she's miserable. ]
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he hesitates, and holds out a hand to her,]
Can I lean on ya a little? Feel like I'm gonna faint.
[but the tone is light, so maybe he won't?]
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Yeah, sure thing. You can always lean on me.
[ she's 5'4" she knows. but she'll reach out and take his hand, fingers curling around his hand and drawing herself to her feet and taking a couple of steps forward. ]
What's on your mind, huh?
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[he'll lean on her, using only some of his weight, but the motion is grateful still.]
Just tired. Glad that we pulled it off, but at the same time, not too crazy about it. The usual Saturday mood.
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No... it's like the more we find, the more we lose. There's no winning here on any side.
[ carefully, she will just touch her head to his shoulder a bit, a soft nudge. ]
Now all we can do is rest, make sure our heads are clear for everything to follow. I... worry what's going to happen to Cam...
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...]
I don't think she'll be in the ritual tomorrow at least. [which would be a good thing, except] That would mean she'd be like Iwa -- except we all know that she's influenced.