[With her eyesight so far gone, she doesn't have much choice but to stay close to him -- though some part of her thinks, knows she'd be okay on her own. At least he's easy to follow when he moves. As long as he leads her in the right direction, she won't get lost.
She pauses at the door, both because she has to force away the thought of slicing off a chunk of Chris, and because she's hesitant to be in the light.
There are little spots of movement here and there, maybe a short sprint away from where she stands. She yearns to go after them, so accessible, so--
No. Shs has to follow Chris. Emily narrows her eyes and looks for Chris, his familiar gait easy to spot, and walks up to him, a little closer this time than before.]
I-- [No, don't think about food, don't even ask about it.] I look like shit, don't I?
[What a stupid question. As if it matters. As if it'll make her any less hungry. But it's a distraction. Irritation is better than hunger, though she can't quite ignore it.]
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She pauses at the door, both because she has to force away the thought of slicing off a chunk of Chris, and because she's hesitant to be in the light.
There are little spots of movement here and there, maybe a short sprint away from where she stands. She yearns to go after them, so accessible, so--
No. Shs has to follow Chris. Emily narrows her eyes and looks for Chris, his familiar gait easy to spot, and walks up to him, a little closer this time than before.]
I-- [No, don't think about food, don't even ask about it.] I look like shit, don't I?
[What a stupid question. As if it matters. As if it'll make her any less hungry. But it's a distraction. Irritation is better than hunger, though she can't quite ignore it.]