[After a few moments of silence, her eyes flutter open and she takes a moment to look at her surroundings. But Ivar is touching her, and she feels a pulse of relief as the pain and sickness at least stops for the moment.]
....still fine....
[It's about all she can manage, her voice rough and coming from cracked lips. But she's still clinging stubbornly to the idea that she's not going to die from this. She refuses to die.]
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....still fine....
[It's about all she can manage, her voice rough and coming from cracked lips. But she's still clinging stubbornly to the idea that she's not going to die from this. She refuses to die.]