[For some reason, even though her own body is being buoyed by his strange control over weight (gravity), it is the sight of her breast binding cloth just floating there that really... makes her realize. Ah. That was what was happening.
But she doesn't have time to linger on it. He warns her he will begin, and she grits her teeth to make sure she does not bite down on her tongue, the whimpers of pain she is unable to swallow muffled by the clench of her jaw and the cage of her lips. He is competent, and strong, and she is trying her damndest not to jerk her leg away, and with those efforts combined the leg is splinted, the jagged bits of broken bone temporarily slotted back into a semblance of what they should be... But it does not stop the bleeding, only slows it. It is still... potentially a matter of time.]
I can do it.
[Yet she redons her robe, knotting it with shaky fingers, repeating the line and slowly, carefully easing herself down to her belly beside him despite, her splinted leg held out stiff and useless in the dirt. From there, she begins to dig. Weighs it again, the potential value in calling for reinforcements, trapping him in there with her and the Bell, attempting to suffocate him in the soil, or gambling on someone else being able to reclaim the Bell later if she allows him to take it out of the cup.
For a few minutes, she is silent. There are rocks mixed in with the dirt that are heavier and harder to move at their current sizes. She concentrates on the work. Until,]
Do you have a blade on you... ?
[She is still moving, but... she looks a bit paler than she had before.]
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But she doesn't have time to linger on it. He warns her he will begin, and she grits her teeth to make sure she does not bite down on her tongue, the whimpers of pain she is unable to swallow muffled by the clench of her jaw and the cage of her lips. He is competent, and strong, and she is trying her damndest not to jerk her leg away, and with those efforts combined the leg is splinted, the jagged bits of broken bone temporarily slotted back into a semblance of what they should be... But it does not stop the bleeding, only slows it. It is still... potentially a matter of time.]
I can do it.
[Yet she redons her robe, knotting it with shaky fingers, repeating the line and slowly, carefully easing herself down to her belly beside him despite, her splinted leg held out stiff and useless in the dirt. From there, she begins to dig. Weighs it again, the potential value in calling for reinforcements, trapping him in there with her and the Bell, attempting to suffocate him in the soil, or gambling on someone else being able to reclaim the Bell later if she allows him to take it out of the cup.
For a few minutes, she is silent. There are rocks mixed in with the dirt that are heavier and harder to move at their current sizes. She concentrates on the work. Until,]
Do you have a blade on you... ?
[She is still moving, but... she looks a bit paler than she had before.]