...so my psyche likes to design overtuned Dim Spirits boss fights. Wonderful. [Junna sighs a little melodramatically. And that...
...that was absolutely a joke. Because seeing the way Lisa looks pained -- and describing what she remembers -- makes her think they might need something to cut the tension. She winces, a little, and she sucks in a breath. But Lisa is here. She is -- well, she's okay enough. She doesn't sound like she was okay in the moment. Junna swallows, and she tries to not let the panic at imagining how much that hurt -- worse, how much Lisa hurt, and how upsetting that is -- derail her. But when she reaches for and squeezes Lisa's hand, now, it's not just for Lisa's comfort.]
That... that sounds awful. What... what happened, when you came to? [There's a glance at that spot. She looks at it, with worry, but then it's back to Lisa's eyes.]
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...that was absolutely a joke. Because seeing the way Lisa looks pained -- and describing what she remembers -- makes her think they might need something to cut the tension. She winces, a little, and she sucks in a breath. But Lisa is here. She is -- well, she's okay enough. She doesn't sound like she was okay in the moment. Junna swallows, and she tries to not let the panic at imagining how much that hurt -- worse, how much Lisa hurt, and how upsetting that is -- derail her. But when she reaches for and squeezes Lisa's hand, now, it's not just for Lisa's comfort.]
That... that sounds awful. What... what happened, when you came to? [There's a glance at that spot. She looks at it, with worry, but then it's back to Lisa's eyes.]