[ The blond jumps at the whisper. It's not what she's expecting, which- That isn't a good thing. When she's startled, she tends to lash out. It's a fear reaction from time in the ring; being so vulnerable got you killed. One of her hands snaps out in a flash to catch one of George's wrist in a surprisingly tight grip.
It doesn't last, however. She's too weak to really hold onto it and even in her sick haze she finally registers the voice as one that's familiar. ]
Don't wanna', [ she answers, muffled against the dirt. Her hand drops back to the earth and she sighs. Life is rough. ]
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It doesn't last, however. She's too weak to really hold onto it and even in her sick haze she finally registers the voice as one that's familiar. ]
Don't wanna', [ she answers, muffled against the dirt. Her hand drops back to the earth and she sighs. Life is rough. ]