[It's not her eye that troubles her. It's her throat. Breathing hurts, running or fighting? It feels impossible. Like she'll never catch her breath, like smoke is still in her lungs. Everything just feels raw.
But she can hear Clea scolding her, calling her weak. She can imagine Gustave warning her that she's being cocky.]
Thanks. [It's a small smile on her face, where her warped cheeks aren't pulled too far.] Maybe.. I can try to go some of the way. And if I'm slowing you down, I can turn around.
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But she can hear Clea scolding her, calling her weak. She can imagine Gustave warning her that she's being cocky.]
Thanks. [It's a small smile on her face, where her warped cheeks aren't pulled too far.] Maybe.. I can try to go some of the way. And if I'm slowing you down, I can turn around.