Her shoulders slump, and she retreats, curling carefully on the bed again, a defensive gesture. And just where does that leave her? She didn't expect congratulations for the fight... but condemnation is hard to swallow. What else was she supposed to do?
What else is there left for her to do?
"My arm hurts." She grumbles, because almost everything else she can think of saying is almost guaranteed to make the Grand Sorceress more irate.
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Date: 2011-03-09 06:01 am (UTC)What else is there left for her to do?
"My arm hurts." She grumbles, because almost everything else she can think of saying is almost guaranteed to make the Grand Sorceress more irate.