[When she had thought herself alone... Hayame had accepted the idea that she would simply need to take the risk. She knew the dangers of rubble and fallen rocks from her time hunting in the mountains, that in attempting to help one could just as easily make things worse. But by herself, there had simply been no choice.
Now... If Nebula... She was not hallucinating, was she? Her vision is half clouded with blood and dust, but she swears it looks like Nebula, it sounds like her, too... and she has to simply believe in it. The advice, too, that she gives... is sound. And in response, before she manages words, she manages action. Teeth grit, and she finds a way to brace herself on her scraped palms with her shoulders supporting the rocks above her, and-
If she were the sort of woman who laughed, she might laugh, no matter how fraught the situation or how much pain she felt. "If it hurts too much, scream". Of course. That, she can handle. As is, she cannot make that sound even if she wanted to. Her lips simply part, the corners peel up and bare her sharp teeth, but only a drip of bloody saliva drips out.]
Ah--
[Acknowledgement. She understands. And before Nebula begins to move anything else, she knows she has to get it out, just grit it, just force it out--]
My leg- There's something on my leg.
[Though in her rattled, desperate state, conscious only because of desperation, adrenaline, and a bitter, hateful urge for vengeance... She forgets to note that her legs are currently... human-shaped legs.]
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Now... If Nebula... She was not hallucinating, was she? Her vision is half clouded with blood and dust, but she swears it looks like Nebula, it sounds like her, too... and she has to simply believe in it. The advice, too, that she gives... is sound. And in response, before she manages words, she manages action. Teeth grit, and she finds a way to brace herself on her scraped palms with her shoulders supporting the rocks above her, and-
If she were the sort of woman who laughed, she might laugh, no matter how fraught the situation or how much pain she felt. "If it hurts too much, scream". Of course. That, she can handle. As is, she cannot make that sound even if she wanted to. Her lips simply part, the corners peel up and bare her sharp teeth, but only a drip of bloody saliva drips out.]
Ah--
[Acknowledgement. She understands. And before Nebula begins to move anything else, she knows she has to get it out, just grit it, just force it out--]
My leg- There's something on my leg.
[Though in her rattled, desperate state, conscious only because of desperation, adrenaline, and a bitter, hateful urge for vengeance... She forgets to note that her legs are currently... human-shaped legs.]