[She looks at him with watery eyes as he kneels down. She's covered from head to toe with rice porridge, what uncovered parts of the half of her face that'd been pressed into the floor is an angry red, and the wrist she's favoring is already sporting a cuff of deep purple.
But she's alive... And so is Roxas, and she's just so GLAD for that, even as the could-have-beens are settling in and making her cry more.]
I thought... I thought he... Roxas...
[She could definitely use some medical help, but emotional comfort might be the more immediate need.]
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But she's alive... And so is Roxas, and she's just so GLAD for that, even as the could-have-beens are settling in and making her cry more.]
I thought... I thought he... Roxas...
[She could definitely use some medical help, but emotional comfort might be the more immediate need.]