[ It's almost a normal conversation, the way she throws her head back and groans before closing the door, the crystal hanging about her neck in the folds of her stolen Orlesian cloak. ]
And why do they have to pee so often? It's like all their processes are just sped up ten fold.
[ When it's quiet it's almost like she can feel herself dying; and she does NOT want to think about that too deeply. She tucks herself into her layers as she steps outside, the cold catching her with a chill as it whips her hair about. Despite the soreness and her limp there's a slight bounce to her step. ]
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[ It's almost a normal conversation, the way she throws her head back and groans before closing the door, the crystal hanging about her neck in the folds of her stolen Orlesian cloak. ]
And why do they have to pee so often? It's like all their processes are just sped up ten fold.
[ When it's quiet it's almost like she can feel herself dying; and she does NOT want to think about that too deeply. She tucks herself into her layers as she steps outside, the cold catching her with a chill as it whips her hair about. Despite the soreness and her limp there's a slight bounce to her step. ]