[she's nothing but coughs - any sort of acknowledgement has to wait until she claws her way up, pulling herself up and over with a precision that seems like one part luck two parts witchcraft - she manages to dodge anything rotting, anything splitting, anything fragile enough to send her back down again. and then she manages a laugh as she retches, spitting up murky water onto the ground. maybe a little onto lance. sorry.]
H-here I am.
[she sputters, trying to regain her breath through another spate of coughs.]
Bleeding, but [a laugh cough laugh] it feels fine. Doesn't even hurt.
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H-here I am.
[she sputters, trying to regain her breath through another spate of coughs.]
Bleeding, but [a laugh cough laugh] it feels fine. Doesn't even hurt.