Hotland... [It's not even the smile that gets a response. But could she really talk about shittily named places? Not really, not know she knew what the place she was from was called by the outside world, and the reason. At least Hotland wasn't a cruel joke like Paradis island.
With her being lowered though, she's shuffling. Her crutches behind held out, it... It was a good job the situation was so serious. Or there might have been a few giggles from anyone caring enough to watch. Because the large puca putting down the shrunken fae really did look like an adult putting a young child down, and that child was reaching out, ready to run once their feet hit the ground.
Injury-wise. The fae was bruised and bleeding. A few chips missing from her exoskeleton, nothing major like the chunk that had been ripped off the month before. And she was a little bit mottled and singed where the fires had licked at her.
But she attempts a shrug.]
I'm fine. [That was quite clearly blood seeping through her shirt. Her tendency for white betraying her. But still, she'd rather the witches saved their magic for someone who needed it more. She was hurt but not dying.
Then she's looking off into the city.]
Where is Emet-Selch? I'm surprised you didn't stick together. [Her bond with the witch wasn't strong enough to be able to tell his condition. Not really. Alive, it meant a lot but nothing at the same time.]
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With her being lowered though, she's shuffling. Her crutches behind held out, it... It was a good job the situation was so serious. Or there might have been a few giggles from anyone caring enough to watch. Because the large puca putting down the shrunken fae really did look like an adult putting a young child down, and that child was reaching out, ready to run once their feet hit the ground.
Injury-wise. The fae was bruised and bleeding. A few chips missing from her exoskeleton, nothing major like the chunk that had been ripped off the month before. And she was a little bit mottled and singed where the fires had licked at her.
But she attempts a shrug.]
I'm fine. [That was quite clearly blood seeping through her shirt. Her tendency for white betraying her. But still, she'd rather the witches saved their magic for someone who needed it more. She was hurt but not dying.
Then she's looking off into the city.]
Where is Emet-Selch? I'm surprised you didn't stick together. [Her bond with the witch wasn't strong enough to be able to tell his condition. Not really. Alive, it meant a lot but nothing at the same time.]