[And she won't because, even as she braces for it, as soon as the alcohol burns at the wound—]
Greagor's fucking arsehole... What the fuck—
[She doesn't shout it, but it isn't cursed under a breath either. It's hissed, laced with every ounce of poison she has to spare, and she stiffens and jerks away from it for a moment before she forces herself to relax. What sort of alcohol is he using!?
Besides that, she tries to remain still, but there's a light tremble in her arms as they're wrapped around her, and she does bite her tongue and tighten her jaw through the pain. She's felt plenty before, but she's never managed a wound like this...]
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Greagor's fucking arsehole... What the fuck—
[She doesn't shout it, but it isn't cursed under a breath either. It's hissed, laced with every ounce of poison she has to spare, and she stiffens and jerks away from it for a moment before she forces herself to relax. What sort of alcohol is he using!?
Besides that, she tries to remain still, but there's a light tremble in her arms as they're wrapped around her, and she does bite her tongue and tighten her jaw through the pain. She's felt plenty before, but she's never managed a wound like this...]
Are you almost finished!?