[There's a new sound to go along with her panting and the distant hints of life moving on without a thought for her. Her ears twitch as it registers, one angling towards it before she opens her eyes again in time to see the wings catch the air to bring him to a stop...and the one they were attached to. He was there. He really came. Her eyes, one the gold-tinged brown of a dog and the other her usual blue but with a hazed, red pupil, are watery from relief more than pain as she pushes herself up more against her better judgement. It brings a sharp stab in her gut and a wave of nausea that makes her whimper rough, bordering on a growl. She didn't need to be distracted by something so meaningless. Not when her prayers have been answered.]
Y-you're here, [she tells him with more than a little wonder. As if maybe he didn't know and he'd find this wonderful as she did. It takes another second for her brain to trudge through the various sensations and register what else he's said, but it's still faster as a werewolf than when she'd been a slime.] No... There's no one.
[Her bumpy palms find his arm to keep it steady, not wanting it to leave. He's warm, and though that numbness hasn't set in, the weather is more than enough to chill her in her tank top, shorts, and white hoodie. With how pristine the fabric is, it's even more clear that she isn't bleeding -- outwardly, anyway. She rests her fuzzy cheek on his hand, which makes a tear slip down onto his skin. It's like something so small had clouded her vision, because realization dawns on her again while she looks up at him.]
Oh. You're something else, too... Again...
[Clearly very important. A demon, maybe? Probably. That was one to have complicated feelings on, for her. Sort of like the weird mix of feelings now that was only making her more inclined to be sick. Gosh, he's really there. She can feel him and everything, even through all this. Another spike making her flinch and weakly try to curl her legs in like she can scramble away and make it all better again brings her out of the distracted daze.]
It hurts. It feels -- like what I think being stabbed must feel like. [She can hear the animal whine bleeding into her breathing now, which maybe isn't a surprise when it feels like something is being squeezed. Like she's one of her plush toys with a little squeaker inside.] My stomach... I don't know. But you're here. It -- it worked.
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Y-you're here, [she tells him with more than a little wonder. As if maybe he didn't know and he'd find this wonderful as she did. It takes another second for her brain to trudge through the various sensations and register what else he's said, but it's still faster as a werewolf than when she'd been a slime.] No... There's no one.
[Her bumpy palms find his arm to keep it steady, not wanting it to leave. He's warm, and though that numbness hasn't set in, the weather is more than enough to chill her in her tank top, shorts, and white hoodie. With how pristine the fabric is, it's even more clear that she isn't bleeding -- outwardly, anyway. She rests her fuzzy cheek on his hand, which makes a tear slip down onto his skin. It's like something so small had clouded her vision, because realization dawns on her again while she looks up at him.]
Oh. You're something else, too... Again...
[Clearly very important. A demon, maybe? Probably. That was one to have complicated feelings on, for her. Sort of like the weird mix of feelings now that was only making her more inclined to be sick. Gosh, he's really there. She can feel him and everything, even through all this. Another spike making her flinch and weakly try to curl her legs in like she can scramble away and make it all better again brings her out of the distracted daze.]
It hurts. It feels -- like what I think being stabbed must feel like. [She can hear the animal whine bleeding into her breathing now, which maybe isn't a surprise when it feels like something is being squeezed. Like she's one of her plush toys with a little squeaker inside.] My stomach... I don't know. But you're here. It -- it worked.