"Oh...no"
That was all MariAnne could manage to squeak out upon seeing Kyra fall to the ground. She was tempted to ask this slayer if they should go help her out, but decided against it. Heck, she already felt stupid enough for "coming to the rescue" in the beginning. It was time for her to let the more experienced indivduals take care of themselves.
At least...for now.
For now, she wouldn't even try to respond to whatever David had said. What had he said? Everything was a blur. Like a terrible nightmare. One that she'd wandered into while on her road of good intentions.
MariAnne shivered. Her teeth chattered. All she wanted right now was a hot drink - a hot apple cider, maybe? - and a few hours alone, snug on her cozy couch in the living room. Sleep was out of the question. After this little misadventure, chances of her sleeping were slim.
"Thanks," she said again, feeling smaller and smaller as the seconds passed.
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"Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,
Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write."
- Sir Philip Sidney
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