M a r i o n e t t e

"I have limited understanding of it myself. Most of what I know about myself was a result of trial and error." She'd close her eyes and nod. "But I'll save that for later discussion."

Quietly she's sitting herself up and rubbing her eye with her palm. . . "Mmnnh. . ." She quietly rolls her neck, cracking her inner frame a bit, to relieve the slight stiffness.

If she heard that. . . she probably wouldn't even deny she's stupid, she'd likely joke about how she doesn't have a brain even. . . But. At the very least Sandrone could rest easy knowing Sanda's quickly bouncing back from her earlier state. . . It was probably safe to wake her

Stroking her hair, was a good chance for Sandrone to find out for herself, that Sanda's hair was unnaturally soft. . . To the extent the finest silks would be jealous. At the very least, Sanda's slumber seemed very calm and relaxed. . . Her skin's color was almost fully back.

She'd smile as she closed her eyes. She looked as if a weight was lifted from her chest. . . It only took another ten minutes for her to drift into another gentler sleep.

She'd quietly inch over to her and plant her head right there. . . admittedly she didn't expect her to actually do so. . . But she seemed happy that she chose to. ". . . Thank you."

"Unless you're willing to hold me until I fall back asleep. . . I don't need much else." She. . . was someone who did struggle to sleep alone but. She doesn't really wanna be too clingy.

She. . . will have to bring up that it wouldn't actually affect her later due to how different her body behaves. She didn't have the heart to do it now. . . But at least she enjoyed the taste of the drink enough to comply.

She didn't have it in her to argue further at least, she knows Sandrone is only showing genuine concern for her well being. She quietly holds her hand to her face and lets out a soft exhale. "Thank you. . . for caring. . ."

"I can't control when an ambush happens." She'd let out a soft sigh. . . She's usually better at picking her battles after all. "At the very least. I did well enough to only lose a hand. . ."

"It was only an issue because there were sixty of them." She'd point out. Far too many. "But. . . I don't intend to move. . . My legs are numb still."

Calmly she'd do so. . . after her lips were free she'd speak softly again. "It's the cost. . . of fighting something that can't bleed." She'd state. . . Her power does actively use the mana that her body is made of up. Anemia is what prevents her from using enough to harm it.

Her eyes opened slightly. and her head turned a bit. She didn't move from that spot. "Rift hound bites. . . suck." was all she said. Almost as if she was trying to let her know /what/ she was fighting prior.

She felt her presence nearby. . . before she could awaken, she'd quietly reach for Sandrone's hand with the one that regrew, almost instinctively. ". . ."

It'll be several hours before Sanda will end up awake again. Her hand was growing back slowly too, red threads would grow out and wrap around each other to reshape it eventually. An odd to observe experience. Before long her skin pigment would return to normal too.

"S. . .orry. . ." She tried to get out an apology before she blacks out from a lack of energy. . . She'll be okay. . . but it still wasn't pleasant to observe her looking so weak, with wet eyes and barely any life to her.

". . ." She didn't have a response. She just looked down weakly, and quietly leaned against Sandrone's side in silence. She was a bit anemic as well it seems. . . up close she looked very pale.