[save for a sharp hiss of pain through her teeth, Cecelia is quiet, trying to stay still. she quivers a bit, fingers clinging to the edges of the seat at her sides, watching him. in better states of mind, she'd be a lot more fussy about this - strangers touching her, touching her leg!!! - but it is what it is.
Wolfwood, he says, and her eyes wince with a faint bit of pain.]
The...those creatures. They're new. In my experience here.
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Wolfwood, he says, and her eyes wince with a faint bit of pain.]
The...those creatures. They're new. In my experience here.