Her shoulder still stiffen uncomfortably as she moves to her own chair again. There's something clunky in relaxing the tension again for a proper slumping down into her seat.
"It wasn't that bad."
The injuries weren't that bad. The scrape on her arm won't leave a scar. The stitches in Somma's side will be gone before they know it. It's just the injuring that still has her gaze briefly stuck on her own hands.
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honestly elisha is way down the line of real power, behind a collection of animals and teenagers.
Date: 2016-03-21 12:52 am (UTC)"It wasn't that bad."
The injuries weren't that bad. The scrape on her arm won't leave a scar. The stitches in Somma's side will be gone before they know it. It's just the injuring that still has her gaze briefly stuck on her own hands.
"Probably do-- chess next time, though."