[ Another cough has her bones rattle, shoulders heaving. It's a yak, really. All bile and cellulose-oatmeal. Skye dips her head down, leaning with the blow to her pride at the little kid who's come over. She could handle this better than Skye could. Maybe, though, maybe it's not her first time up here.
She drags her hand over her mouth, wiping the ropy threads of saliva away and looking up at the girl. Normally, she has hair to get out of the way, dark and wavy. It still takes some getting used to, not feeling the weight of it shift around. The buzzcut feels as surreal as any of it. ]
Yeah. [ Her smile is tight, shaky at best. She grabs onto one of her crutches and pulls herself back to her feet. ] Overexerted myself. [ Physical inability is easier to swallow than emotional. She's been physically inept before, run only when chased. ] God, they told me they usually only pull kids, but you're— [ Phew. She exhales, staggered a bit by it. ] What's your name?
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She drags her hand over her mouth, wiping the ropy threads of saliva away and looking up at the girl. Normally, she has hair to get out of the way, dark and wavy. It still takes some getting used to, not feeling the weight of it shift around. The buzzcut feels as surreal as any of it. ]
Yeah. [ Her smile is tight, shaky at best. She grabs onto one of her crutches and pulls herself back to her feet. ] Overexerted myself. [ Physical inability is easier to swallow than emotional. She's been physically inept before, run only when chased. ] God, they told me they usually only pull kids, but you're— [ Phew. She exhales, staggered a bit by it. ] What's your name?