[She might have noticed that he's a little cold, and also definitely still wheezy, but. Hey, he's upright. He holds up his hands, bending them. The movement is a bit stuff and reluctant - almost like . . . rigor mortis, trying to set in.]
Not so bad. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I do regularly bleed myself to do magic, you know.
Not by stabbing yourself directly in the stomach. [ there is a mild difference, but she seems satisfied after watching his hands for a bit, so she shrugs and answers: ] Just sore all over. And if I turn my head at all, I feel like I've been hit by a--
[ train is her go to, is the thing, but that's a bad metaphor because there's the sound of wheels and crunching still in her mind, so she blinks. ]
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Not so bad. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I do regularly bleed myself to do magic, you know.
[so that explains all the scars, then.]
Your effects?
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[ train is her go to, is the thing, but that's a bad metaphor because there's the sound of wheels and crunching still in her mind, so she blinks. ]
You get it.