[Emily would love to hit Maketh back, to scratch her up and pull her hair and transfer all her pain onto her attacker. She already would've, if she weren't winded and aching. Hearing Maketh give her an order -- Emily doesn't consider it advice -- is salt on the wound, but in the interest of recovering even the slightest bit faster, she does as told.
It does pass, though it takes time. She still feels like she might die, but she can breathe again, and she looks less distressed, able to straighten a little and shoot Maketh a fierce glare.]
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It does pass, though it takes time. She still feels like she might die, but she can breathe again, and she looks less distressed, able to straighten a little and shoot Maketh a fierce glare.]
What-- the fuck-- is your problem,-- bitch?