[In other circumstances, an unfamiliar voice and an unexpected touch would have had Shelke springing to her feet, sabers drawn, intent on defending an attack from whatever lunacy Deepground had decided to throw at her. But after her battle with Nero, she'd barely had the energy to keep herself upright, and however long she'd been in the mako tank hadn't done enough to recover her yet.]
[So instead her eyes flicked open, mako-tainted gaze focusing on the brown haired woman kneeling next to her, then turned upwards as if trying to see the hand on her forehead. Aerith Gainsborough. Hm.]
[Had she died, then? She had thought it would hurt less. And why would she need healing if she was dead?]
[Rather than try to say anything, she braced her hands on either side of her, feeling them sink into the mud as she pushed her child-sized frame up into a sitting position. Even that was exhausting, and she drew in a long breath to steady herself. Okay. Whatever was going on, she wasn't going to understand it sitting in the mud. If she was dead, she'd deal with it later.]
Where are we?
[She finally spoke as her small hand reached out to take Aerith's, letting herself be hauled to her feet. She let go as soon as she was upright, but after a second her hands shot out again to grab at the taller woman's arm as she felt herself starting to tip over. Crap.]
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[So instead her eyes flicked open, mako-tainted gaze focusing on the brown haired woman kneeling next to her, then turned upwards as if trying to see the hand on her forehead. Aerith Gainsborough. Hm.]
[Had she died, then? She had thought it would hurt less. And why would she need healing if she was dead?]
[Rather than try to say anything, she braced her hands on either side of her, feeling them sink into the mud as she pushed her child-sized frame up into a sitting position. Even that was exhausting, and she drew in a long breath to steady herself. Okay. Whatever was going on, she wasn't going to understand it sitting in the mud. If she was dead, she'd deal with it later.]
Where are we?
[She finally spoke as her small hand reached out to take Aerith's, letting herself be hauled to her feet. She let go as soon as she was upright, but after a second her hands shot out again to grab at the taller woman's arm as she felt herself starting to tip over. Crap.]