[Creators bless him, he made her laugh. When they meet eyes, she's smiling. She has been on a rope swing for the last day and a half, her mood soaring and crashing and soaring again. Laughter helps.]
Yes. But it's not... [she struggles to end that sentence, and winds up giving up. There isn't a single thing that this is not.] I'm not hurt or sick or anything. I'm all right. Mostly.
[Technically, this could kill her, but she doesn't think that will happen. She can't think like that.]
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Yes. But it's not... [she struggles to end that sentence, and winds up giving up. There isn't a single thing that this is not.] I'm not hurt or sick or anything. I'm all right. Mostly.
[Technically, this could kill her, but she doesn't think that will happen. She can't think like that.]
Can we walk?