[Casual is pretty much Stone's MO. He either growls about something, or he's acts like it's no big deal. Growling on behalf of a kid from another world who would probably take offense or be confused doesn't seem useful here, so casual it is, in the hopes that at least she won't feel awkward about it.]

That's so shitting weird. I didn't have any wounds to get over. But I'm still all white.

[He holds up a hand and frowns at it.]

My people age different than most groundlings. We keep getting bigger and stronger right up until the end, and we slowly lose our color. When we hit white, that's when we know we're going to die soon.

Dying protecting something would have been easier, I think, if it meant coming here after. What were you doing to get your chest crushed in?