[ Judging by the shape she's in when he enters her room, she isn't in any condition to attack anyone. The best word to describe the entire effect would be "disheveled." As bad as she looked when she arrived, she manages to look worse. Her hair is a mess, skin pale and unhealthy looking, and she shakes.
Her hands are unsteady even at a position of rest. She's seated on the floor, back against the wall, knees in front of her and hands resting on those. Her are shaking as she pushes her hair back and every now and then a shiver seems to shoot through her body.
Still, despite all this, she manages a tight smirk when he comes through the door. ]
You got here fast. [ Her voice is quiet and strained, a distinct difference from her usual boisterousness. Even her lips are pale. ] You worried about little old me?
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Her hands are unsteady even at a position of rest. She's seated on the floor, back against the wall, knees in front of her and hands resting on those. Her are shaking as she pushes her hair back and every now and then a shiver seems to shoot through her body.
Still, despite all this, she manages a tight smirk when he comes through the door. ]
You got here fast. [ Her voice is quiet and strained, a distinct difference from her usual boisterousness. Even her lips are pale. ] You worried about little old me?