[It takes her a few moments to really react to the outside world again, headache and the general feeling of being hit in the face by an imperial train beginning to subside a little when she suddenly realized someone's hand was brushing aside her very long and spiky bangs to feel her forehead. Well, that wasn't a feeling she had since she was still small.]
A-aye.
[Her voice is quiet, almost as if she were humbled by whatever she had suddenly bore witness to.]
I'm alright. We're fine. T'is nothing, really.
[A bold faced lie, but a well-meaning one. Though she finally relents and holds out the bottle of Bacchus wine to Terra.]
no subject
A-aye.
[Her voice is quiet, almost as if she were humbled by whatever she had suddenly bore witness to.]
I'm alright. We're fine. T'is nothing, really.
[A bold faced lie, but a well-meaning one. Though she finally relents and holds out the bottle of Bacchus wine to Terra.]
You need this more than I.