[Sadie squeaks, snapping her head up again, though she's still clutching her sides.]
What was that?!
[Her squinting eases, though. It does feel a lot nicer... She's still got an awful headache and the rest of her hurts quite a lot, but at least it's not annoying to do anything but squeeze her eyes shut with her face towards the floor.
She blinks, her eyes slowly coming fully open as Lars leans in to inspect her wounds.]
Oh.
[Sadie realizes it was the bulbs pretty immediately. She also suddenly feels kind of weirdly bashful, especially with Lars asking if she's alright. And, you know, her inconvenient state of undress. But does that stuff even really matter if the guy you like is like....... made of mist, or whatever]
Um! I mean... I'm in a lot of pain, but...
[She glances to the side, her cheeks pinkening as she stifles her embarrassment and lets Lars check out what's going on. The tears in her back are quite long, since her wings, while folded, are easily at least as tall as her torso; they seep blood, and the cold of the room stings the wounds. She's also got a pretty large tear just below at her tailbone, and Sadie can't be bothered to think about which hurts more; she's still stuck, kind of curled, knowing that if she sits up too much, the skin of her back will fold, thus stressing the wounds. Chubby probs.]
Not as much as when I was turning, but...my back feels pretty terrible. I'm kinda starting to feel better otherwise? The lights being off already feels like it's kinda helping...
omg YOU SNEAK
What was that?!
[Her squinting eases, though. It does feel a lot nicer... She's still got an awful headache and the rest of her hurts quite a lot, but at least it's not annoying to do anything but squeeze her eyes shut with her face towards the floor.
She blinks, her eyes slowly coming fully open as Lars leans in to inspect her wounds.]
Oh.
[Sadie realizes it was the bulbs pretty immediately. She also suddenly feels kind of weirdly bashful, especially with Lars asking if she's alright. And, you know, her inconvenient state of undress. But does that stuff even really matter if the guy you like is like....... made of mist, or whatever]
Um! I mean... I'm in a lot of pain, but...
[She glances to the side, her cheeks pinkening as she stifles her embarrassment and lets Lars check out what's going on. The tears in her back are quite long, since her wings, while folded, are easily at least as tall as her torso; they seep blood, and the cold of the room stings the wounds. She's also got a pretty large tear just below at her tailbone, and Sadie can't be bothered to think about which hurts more; she's still stuck, kind of curled, knowing that if she sits up too much, the skin of her back will fold, thus stressing the wounds. Chubby probs.]
Not as much as when I was turning, but...my back feels pretty terrible. I'm kinda starting to feel better otherwise? The lights being off already feels like it's kinda helping...