[ She only has a moment to enjoy the relief of the bite, the next she's kicked away from Aloy, the force sending her rolling in a mess of forest debris.
She manages to struggle to her knees but no further, hunched over, hands clawed and tense, curled in against her chest.
Thoughts. Her thoughts. She's herself again, for now. As much as she can be. ]
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She manages to struggle to her knees but no further, hunched over, hands clawed and tense, curled in against her chest.
Thoughts. Her thoughts. She's herself again, for now. As much as she can be. ]
Fuck. Oh fuck. You need-- to fucking run.
[ Its more choking wheeze than words. ]