"Shut your mouth, Eddie Dean. You're a guest here, I ain't lettin' you do all the work." She considers a moment, wincing slightly. "...I will sit down, though. Shit."
It's less sitting down, more collapsing. She really does hurt all over, with that kind of numb ache you get coming in from the cold. Her wings hurt most, which feels ridiculous, because they're wings, they still don't even feel like part of her.
"So, uh. What'd I miss?" she offers after a moment, clearing her throat.
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Date: 2017-05-22 08:21 pm (UTC)It's less sitting down, more collapsing. She really does hurt all over, with that kind of numb ache you get coming in from the cold. Her wings hurt most, which feels ridiculous, because they're wings, they still don't even feel like part of her.
"So, uh. What'd I miss?" she offers after a moment, clearing her throat.