[ oh right. colour powers. give him a moment when he's warmer he'll try his own. ]
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A bit?
Like, I remember waking up and I remember someone attacking me. And I remember getting away from them, but it's all unfocused and I can't bring up my attacker's face no matter what I try.
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A bit?
Like, I remember waking up and I remember someone attacking me. And I remember getting away from them, but it's all unfocused and I can't bring up my attacker's face no matter what I try.
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Probably something they're hiding for tomorrow, no doubt... damn it.
[ there's a pause that stretches quietly, his brows knit. then, ]
I'm just glad you've returned.
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Not really what we need right now, with... two other people dead. [ THEIR BIRB. ]
Yeah. I'm just glad to be out of all that snow, but I'm not mad that whatever happened I survived it somehow.
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[ all birds are stubborn, he is used to this. ]
Hopefully the chill hasn't disguised any new painful wounds... [ a frown. ]
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[ he shifts the blanket down to show the bandage on his collarbone. ]
Back of my neck's a little sore too, so there might be an injury there. But... nothing like getting brambled through the chest.