I'm fine. [The answer comes quickly, a kneejerk rejection of the concern. Rahu pushes worry away under normal circumstances; now, she's compelled more than ever to offer that strength and reassurance. Rahu retains her grip, but her free hand moves to stroke the crown of Weiss' head, a tender comfort that's unusual for her.] There's no need to be worried about me. [But it's nice that you are, the tone of her voice seems to imply.]
This place feels different. [She feels different. Rahu braces her knee between them, letting it take her weight where she's still too uncoordinated to stand. Never mind about the control she's still struggling to regain over her body and its sensations; Rahu is driven to draw closer and ask.]
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This place feels different. [She feels different. Rahu braces her knee between them, letting it take her weight where she's still too uncoordinated to stand. Never mind about the control she's still struggling to regain over her body and its sensations; Rahu is driven to draw closer and ask.]
Are you hurt? Frightened?