LAST ACT - open; joining/exhaustion

[rhosmari]

Her eyes that were partially open shifted, glancing around the surroundings before a soft voice lifted up into the air. At first she puzzled and wondered if it was just her mind hallucinating. It would be plausible and she was about to ignore it when suddenly a small paw touched against her muzzle. Her gaze widened ever so slightly as the words hurt slowly pierced through her slightly pulled back ears and she released a breath she didn't even know she had been holding but then what did she say now. Her head slowly lifted up, shaking but was holding still even though she was partially confused. Her tails shifted against the sand breathing light and she attempted to focus, just focus on anything that might be close to her. This one was a child and she watched before she remembered what the little one had said to her and her paw lifted up to the torn flesh of her muzzle, remembering the old wounds that were now scars that had long since healed over. She patted along her muzzle just to make sure that they had not possibly come open again but a sigh of relief left her when he felt nothing and didn't smell the iron tang of her own blood. "M'okay. Not hurt just old scars.." Her own voice sounded rather tired, a soft gentleness to it that was not explainable for the time being.

But she hadn't realized she was starting to grow a crowd and her tired form shifted, body tensing up as another came forward. He looked hesitant but concerned which left her wondering why. Hang in there? Did he think she was dying? Was she dying? A rush of panic struck through her form, eyes widening as she looked down at herself, paws curling and uncurling as she debated over this. She did feel really bad and what if that mean she was on her way out? Tears began to prick at her eyes and she sniffled, body shuddering to hold back small tears before she looked at Bakugou with strain and utter fear in her gaze as the tears began to leak down her face. "A-am I dying!?" Her voice was raised, a high pitched squeal that might be uncomfortable for some but she couldn't force the volume down and when she turned her head and saw the massive dragon she could do nothing but squirm back.

The beast was so huge compared to her below average cat size and she pulled herself further into a ball. Where was Grimoire when she needed him. Her head tucked under her paws then as she tried to calm her breathing. Forcing herself to take in deeper breathes as she waited. No, she couldn't be dying. She'd....how did she get here? Slowly paws fell and those strange eyes lifted up, gaze roaming over the area before she pipped up again. "Where am I? Am...am I home?" She didn't know, she couldn't remember and a lethargic feeling was starting to settle in, head dipping low to rest on her paws.

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#psychosocial.