The Twenty Second Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 49, Morning
Where:

The entrance today is a huge, ornate stone archway. A gossamer veil glittering like starlight upon water hangs inside it, fluttering as if caught in a gentle breeze. It's impossible to say what might lie beyond; even if you walk around the other side — and it's perfectly possible to do so — you just see the same thing.

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[dismemberthename]

[can he rub her back?? gonna try]

[voreaciously]

[sure he can, if he can lift her up enough]

...teammates...

[dismemberthename]

[it's EFFORT, but. strong zombie. albeit one-handed zombie.]

Looks like they had a rough time of it too.

[voreaciously]

[she needs a few moments to try and get her bearings]

Your hand...!

[oh no.]

[dismemberthename]

Can wait.

[voreaciously]

[objectively, she knows that's true, they won't die--again--from this, but she does not like to see them injured. and she forgets her own pain and injuries and reaches out for where their hand should be.

she cannot regenerate limbs, they'll need a pod for this, but she can stop the bleeding.

water starts to gather around her hands as it usually does when she means to heal but it's slower, stuttery before it looks alright and she touches their wrist to stop any bleeding and heal the skin]

[dismemberthename]

[they let her, ultimately, holding still and everything, but...]

Heal yourself next. Then we can get your team.

[voreaciously]

...I should not, he may still...

[hm, no, that might be a bad idea actually.]

It can wait, for now.

[dismemberthename]

...Heal yourself next, then we can figure out what to do from there.

[voreaciously]

[what if she just wants to be fucking injured and miserable.

but she will awkwardly heal her stab wound at least, but she's still missing like half her face and swaths of skin.]

...You should not look at me like this.

[dismemberthename]

We're not gonna look away just because you're hurt.

[voreaciously]

[she looks away, speaks behind a hand, though that does not hide all of it.]

It is very unseemly, this time

[dismemberthename]

[mmmmm

would take her face in both hands if they could! but!! since they can't!! they reach to tug her hand away.]

Stop.

[voreaciously]

[she flinches slightly]

But--

[dismemberthename]

But we've got fucking mushrooms growing out of us. Relax.

[voreaciously]

[she's suffered all manner of terrible things but for some reason this one ranks a little higher. go figure.

she tries not to think about it.]

...Did you want them removed?

[dismemberthename]

No.

[instant and firm]

[voreaciously]

...Might I ask why?

[dismemberthename]

It hurts when they get messed with.

[and these are the people who no-sold a missing hand]

[voreaciously]

I would have proposed a proper surgery to do it.

[you know with anesthesia and all that]

But if you would prefer not to, then that is your right.

[dismemberthename]

Better to leave them.

What I meant was that you don't need to be flawlessly beautiful to have our attention or care.

[voreaciously]

...Very well.

I am not beautiful at any rate, but this is beyond the pale.

[dismemberthename]

I know your self-esteem is terrible but don't be ridiculous.

[voreaciously]

My self-esteem is fine.

[she says. with a straight face]