[She bears the rustling of his sleeves and hesitates a moment before reaching out tentatively to take his arm, her grip a little tight in her fear. No harm to her, sure, but what about her hurting everyone else? She doesn’t feel that stirring often the Darkness inside her, not right now, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone.]
I’m... a little of both? [She sounds more baffled by this fact than uncertain, as if bewildered at the idea of feeling hunger or thirst.]
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I’m... a little of both? [She sounds more baffled by this fact than uncertain, as if bewildered at the idea of feeling hunger or thirst.]
My... my throat hurts, a little...