Of course Harrow struggles to her feet without help. It should hurt her,
but it doesn't - sometimes, she thinks that her body is all scar, and the
only things that hurt her are the places where she's not completely healed
over yet. It's a process. It'll come. Still, her necromancer is finally
standing in front of her again, and that's not nothing. She stands for a
moment, making sure that Harrow isn't just going to totter right over again
but, once she's got to her feet and seems at least superficially solid,
Gideon pulls out her phone and texts Sextus that SHE'S HERE and SHE KEEPS
BLEEDING and GET HERE AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN PLZ.
It's amazing how good it feels to have a sword in her hand again, even if
it's not hers. Not either of them.
"What happened to my two-hander?" she asks. She knows it doesn't matter,
right now, but the question feels important. "Last time I...saw it...you
had it."
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Of course Harrow struggles to her feet without help. It should hurt her, but it doesn't - sometimes, she thinks that her body is all scar, and the only things that hurt her are the places where she's not completely healed over yet. It's a process. It'll come. Still, her necromancer is finally standing in front of her again, and that's not nothing. She stands for a moment, making sure that Harrow isn't just going to totter right over again but, once she's got to her feet and seems at least superficially solid, Gideon pulls out her phone and texts Sextus that SHE'S HERE and SHE KEEPS BLEEDING and GET HERE AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN PLZ.
It's amazing how good it feels to have a sword in her hand again, even if it's not hers. Not either of them.
"What happened to my two-hander?" she asks. She knows it doesn't matter, right now, but the question feels important. "Last time I...saw it...you had it."