Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7497475-20140102090958

Watching Ambrose study her, she figured he must now be aware of her healing. Chamoisee knew her lungs were almost back in prime condition, but now she was aware of the large man talking, with a certain word bringing up an old memory. The grinding disc that hit her.

''Dammit. God dammit.....''

Turning her head slowly, she tried to hide her scar against the ground. Breathing in, her lungs felt completely healed. But she didn't much feel like talking now. Chamoisee flexed her limbs, noticing that they were fine, but her back was still rather sore. But the pain was bearable, and would heal shortly. Carefully standing up, she saw her spikes were still in the King Taijitu. Reaching for a control pad, she found it off. Or rather, overloaded.

''Oh dear. That's not good.''

"I am, uh, ok."

Knowing she didn't have the time or materials to fix Quilled Ire, she reached to the pack and pressed the manual reel button. Her spikes returned to the pack, the clicks sending little jolts of pain through her back. Turning to the little faunus, she tried to make her at ease. Still hiding her scar as much as she could, she looked down at the small girl.

"It's um, ok. You didn't know."