[ It's a feeble, brief struggle to keep her hold on the weapon, but ultimately Raine doesn't have the strength, and it slips from her fingers, which bunch into the fabric of her robes instead. Was she hurt? Or just... tired. She couldn't be tired, not now. Not when there were still others out there.
She forces herself to find her train of thought again for those still waiting questions. Her throat is dry and it's difficult to talk until she forces a few swallows down. ]
I ... I-I was ... reminded of something that happened. Before you arrived.
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She forces herself to find her train of thought again for those still waiting questions. Her throat is dry and it's difficult to talk until she forces a few swallows down. ]
I ... I-I was ... reminded of something that happened. Before you arrived.