[ Her eyes are closed when he comes in, trying to find some way to ground herself, pulling in what shields she has as tightly as she can under the pressure, but they fly open at the first noise and she blinks rapidly, stares at him. Well that was easy. He's right there, after all. He hasn't been there the whole time, has he? She's fairly certainly he hasn't been.
She's just been standing there staring at him for a too-long moment now. He'd asked a question. ]
I got his knife. [ She holds it up to him, like an offering or an explanation, jerks her head at the dead guy. She'd meant to not kill again. ] I stopped carrying my own a month ago. Didn't think I'd need it.
[ Her other hand stays firmly pressed to her stomach, shirt pushed up to hopefully stop the blood flow. That would be good. Does she have a concussion? She probably has a concussion. She breathes out, winces against the continued onslaught of emotions from without and tries harder to close things off. ] You did find me first. You're good at finding me.
you are perfect ;;
She's just been standing there staring at him for a too-long moment now. He'd asked a question. ]
I got his knife. [ She holds it up to him, like an offering or an explanation, jerks her head at the dead guy. She'd meant to not kill again. ] I stopped carrying my own a month ago. Didn't think I'd need it.
[ Her other hand stays firmly pressed to her stomach, shirt pushed up to hopefully stop the blood flow. That would be good. Does she have a concussion? She probably has a concussion. She breathes out, winces against the continued onslaught of emotions from without and tries harder to close things off. ] You did find me first. You're good at finding me.