[There are perks to following a god here, as much trouble as it can be, and nearly-instant resurrection is one of the ones Ray's been granted. Too bad she still feels pretty rough, having to stop to take breaks on her walk. Even then, she's making better time than she ever did as a slime, and it's wonderful to not wonder what she was just doing, since she's operating outside of her usual routine. She doesn't have to carry any notebooks or post-it notes with her. She can just think, and it makes her feel free to do that again. It also means that without those sharp pulses of pain, Ray can puzzle out what happened with a fair bit of confidence.
By the time she comes upon the prison, her odd but fulfilling workplace, the little werewolf is back to panting. Thank goodness she isn't having to run for her life these days...! It's good to know that dying makes you feel so awful even if you aren't immediately dunked into your monster type's weakness, though. She wasn't planning on it being a habit, especially with the value she put on her memories, but the more she knew, the better off she'd be in the future. She could prepare. That's just another little thing despite her tiredness to put her in a good, determined mood.
The main thing, the thing that gets her ears to perk up and her tail to give a minute wag of muted joy, is when she spots Atem again. That's her boy! Her boy that came for her! Her boy that was very warm, which was good because she doesn't actually have any other clothes besides what she's wearing, and they didn't magically become weather-appropriate with her return to life! She's eternally grateful to have her sweater back, at least... Note to self: borrow winter clothes from Reira or go shopping for outfits she couldn't use 95% of the time.]
Atem...! [She's just a pup happily trotting up on two legs to someone she likes. Hello! Oof, let her catch her breath again, wow breathing is kind of nice!]
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By the time she comes upon the prison, her odd but fulfilling workplace, the little werewolf is back to panting. Thank goodness she isn't having to run for her life these days...! It's good to know that dying makes you feel so awful even if you aren't immediately dunked into your monster type's weakness, though. She wasn't planning on it being a habit, especially with the value she put on her memories, but the more she knew, the better off she'd be in the future. She could prepare. That's just another little thing despite her tiredness to put her in a good, determined mood.
The main thing, the thing that gets her ears to perk up and her tail to give a minute wag of muted joy, is when she spots Atem again. That's her boy! Her boy that came for her! Her boy that was very warm, which was good because she doesn't actually have any other clothes besides what she's wearing, and they didn't magically become weather-appropriate with her return to life! She's eternally grateful to have her sweater back, at least... Note to self: borrow winter clothes from Reira or go shopping for outfits she couldn't use 95% of the time.]
Atem...! [She's just a pup happily trotting up on two legs to someone she likes. Hello! Oof, let her catch her breath again, wow breathing is kind of nice!]