[All right. Okay. She's tired, aye, and Thancred isn't here to nag her about it, and Y'shtola isn't here to nag her about it, and Alisaie isn't here to nag her about it, and — right, just. No one, no one is here to nag her about it, and that means she is free to pretend like she's fine and fake it until she makes it long enough to get back home.
She's done worse. She's stood up when primordial light was tearing her soul apart. She's not even retching, she's felt worse, so she can manage.
It's preferable, anyway, to have something like pain and exhaustion to focus on, instead of the alternative. Instead of letting her thoughts drift to what it looks like when people turn entirely to stone.]
I'm going home.
[And she grits her teeth, making herself roll over though it looks like it pains her to do it, and starts to force herself up onto her hands and knees.]
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[All right. Okay. She's tired, aye, and Thancred isn't here to nag her about it, and Y'shtola isn't here to nag her about it, and Alisaie isn't here to nag her about it, and — right, just. No one, no one is here to nag her about it, and that means she is free to pretend like she's fine and fake it until she makes it long enough to get back home.
She's done worse. She's stood up when primordial light was tearing her soul apart. She's not even retching, she's felt worse, so she can manage.
It's preferable, anyway, to have something like pain and exhaustion to focus on, instead of the alternative. Instead of letting her thoughts drift to what it looks like when people turn entirely to stone.]
I'm going home.
[And she grits her teeth, making herself roll over though it looks like it pains her to do it, and starts to force herself up onto her hands and knees.]
I'll manage. I've felt worse.