[Ugh, stupid mermaid and her stupid pointy teeth. March would kick what's left of her for good measure, but she's not sure she can manage it without stumbling over. Or getting extra poisoned by her corpse-cooties or something.
Instead, she takes a few deep breaths and tries to orient herself.]
Yeah, I think I can manage.
[She takes two steps, pain stinging in her ankle, before having to stop to throw up again.]
cw: emeto again
Instead, she takes a few deep breaths and tries to orient herself.]
Yeah, I think I can manage.
[She takes two steps, pain stinging in her ankle, before having to stop to throw up again.]
Nevermind. I'm sorry.