[ She doesn't remember the battle at all. In fact, when she'd first opened her eyes, she hadn't been sure of where she was or who she was with. The intense look she's gotten from a few people - compounded by the pounding in her skull and the bandages someone's seen to wrap around her injury - tells her enough. The problem is that she can't feel anything, her entire body unresponsive to sensation.
...Well, the other part is that she can't remember much, either, but that's a whole other issue.
It's hard to even know if she recognizes the people who are here, though she wants to assume they're here with good intentions. So it's with some stubborn will that she tries to sit up and can only barely manage that much, her body feeling like lead. When Law approaches, bloody and ragged, she's not even certain what he wants. He doesn't look like a doctor. ]
I'm fine, okay? I just...need a bit.
[ Which would be a total sell if she didn't look like shit. ]
wildcard - a thousand years late
...Well, the other part is that she can't remember much, either, but that's a whole other issue.
It's hard to even know if she recognizes the people who are here, though she wants to assume they're here with good intentions. So it's with some stubborn will that she tries to sit up and can only barely manage that much, her body feeling like lead. When Law approaches, bloody and ragged, she's not even certain what he wants. He doesn't look like a doctor. ]
I'm fine, okay? I just...need a bit.
[ Which would be a total sell if she didn't look like shit. ]