[She doesn't say anything, she doesn't think, but in the realm of mental communication... her hiss of displeasure over the idea that he'd remind her of that pain is plain enough. In the moment she'd been able to fight through it, much like adrenaline blocked pain, but after...
(After, she'd thrown up everything in her first stomach, and just prayed nothing of him had made it to her second.)]
Blame the dryad for that, then. We all walked out of that tree without marks.
[As if none of it had happened. But it had. She knew it had.]
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(After, she'd thrown up everything in her first stomach, and just prayed nothing of him had made it to her second.)]
Blame the dryad for that, then. We all walked out of that tree without marks.
[As if none of it had happened. But it had. She knew it had.]