River rolls her eyes at both of them, and takes the first step, tugging Simon along. Her fingers shift against his with fine twitches stemming as much from superfluous adrenaline as River's usual tactile investigation.
"Got legs," she says.
(In the corner of her brain currently being questioned: if she's hurt, she isn't feeling it yet, and it didn't slow her in the fight. She honestly isn't sure, so as far as she's concerned it isn't important yet. She knows, in the faraway way that adrenaline brings, that at the very least she's bruised and tired, and at some point that will be relevant, but not yet. Her blood's still up. Right now, she's concentrating more than anything on not reacting as if she's still mid-battle.
Although Galadan may also be able to smell that some of the blood on her is fresh, and her own. Not a lot, but it's there.)
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Date: 2012-02-28 03:19 am (UTC)"Got legs," she says.
(In the corner of her brain currently being questioned: if she's hurt, she isn't feeling it yet, and it didn't slow her in the fight. She honestly isn't sure, so as far as she's concerned it isn't important yet. She knows, in the faraway way that adrenaline brings, that at the very least she's bruised and tired, and at some point that will be relevant, but not yet. Her blood's still up. Right now, she's concentrating more than anything on not reacting as if she's still mid-battle.
Although Galadan may also be able to smell that some of the blood on her is fresh, and her own. Not a lot, but it's there.)