[A2 walks and Konoha tries to follow. Her body wants to give up, to fold her knees already threatening to buckle and just lay down, to curl tight and roll and twist... but she knows she shouldn't, even through the haze of fever. It was hard to breathe, her stomach hurt, her heart felt tight. So she forces herself to pick up her hooves just barely and put one in front of the other, though sometimes they catch and drag along the floor. Leaning on A2 was partially about weight, partially about balance... but really it was about needing someone pulling her forward, not giving her pause or the moment where she could cave in to the desire to go down.
There's a few close calls, but she thinks this is it-]
Sorry, can you... help me in-
[Haha, wouldn't that be awful... drowning trying to take a bath...]
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There's a few close calls, but she thinks this is it-]
Sorry, can you... help me in-
[Haha, wouldn't that be awful... drowning trying to take a bath...]