[She only has a moment to marvel at the change after the electric, numb-painful feeling branching through her body rebuilding itself settles and the wet layer of slime sloughs onto the ground. She has fingers again, ones with gnarled joints and claws at the end. They have pads which she can use to feel the soft fur that's grown over her arms and face -- oh, that's a muzzle! A cute little muzzle with chunky fangs that are too big for her mouth. Not inherently cute, maybe, but didn't detract from it, either. She wants to see --
There's a searing pain in her belly as she gets up that has her stumbling back in surprise. New feet she's not use to walking on bump against the shattered pieces of what was once her shell before giving up, folding again. Ow. Ow, ow, ow, something is wrong. Rachel's breath hitches before falling into a desperate pant, hot doggy breath hitting cold air and making even more fog than what usually spilled from her. She's drooling. She can tell that much through the confusion and pain because it drips close to the drawing she's shakily clawing into the dirt and threatens to break it. It might not do any good anyway. Her mind had been so different, struggling to hold onto the information she received, but she'd done her best to memorize what was important. The symbol had been important.]
A-Atem... [Her voice trembles, and tears are joining the spittle in the cold dirt.] Can you...hear me?
[It's a silly thing to ask. He can't answer. But maybe it worked, and maybe she'd have to do more than wait there all alone.]
I'm just -- outside Bavan. To the n-nnow... Ugh, the north. I think -- [She can't curl up, but laying flat hurts, too. She just -- has to stop moving. Settle in a half-curled sprawl to the side and speak through the odd keening that makes her want to cry even more than what she's feeling, even if she can tell it's only coming from her. It sounds sad. She's so sorry, little puppy.] I don't want -- to die alone.
cw for hurt kiddo and/or kind of dog
There's a searing pain in her belly as she gets up that has her stumbling back in surprise. New feet she's not use to walking on bump against the shattered pieces of what was once her shell before giving up, folding again. Ow. Ow, ow, ow, something is wrong. Rachel's breath hitches before falling into a desperate pant, hot doggy breath hitting cold air and making even more fog than what usually spilled from her. She's drooling. She can tell that much through the confusion and pain because it drips close to the drawing she's shakily clawing into the dirt and threatens to break it. It might not do any good anyway. Her mind had been so different, struggling to hold onto the information she received, but she'd done her best to memorize what was important. The symbol had been important.]
A-Atem... [Her voice trembles, and tears are joining the spittle in the cold dirt.] Can you...hear me?
[It's a silly thing to ask. He can't answer. But maybe it worked, and maybe she'd have to do more than wait there all alone.]
I'm just -- outside Bavan. To the n-nnow... Ugh, the north. I think -- [She can't curl up, but laying flat hurts, too. She just -- has to stop moving. Settle in a half-curled sprawl to the side and speak through the odd keening that makes her want to cry even more than what she's feeling, even if she can tell it's only coming from her. It sounds sad. She's so sorry, little puppy.] I don't want -- to die alone.