[ she sends the few other spirits still attacking her flying across the forest, some falling unconscious while a couple hitting the tree with a bone-crunching thud. honestly, if they're dead, davina can hardly give any kind of damn, crouching on the forest floor and panting to catch her breath. not really the time, not when she needs to tend to the claw marks and scratches on her arms, but she'd rather not pass out while running around.
it's only after a full minute that his comment registers with her, her expression confused as davina looks up at peter. ] I'm ... sorry? [ why is she apologising? she's not entirely sure either. ] I don't understand?
[ is that supposed to be a joke, an unfunny one that doesn't make sense to her? or is he mistaking her for someone? in the mess of things happening, that wouldn't be very surprising. she looks over her shoulder, hearing more skittering and noises in the distance behind them.
it doesn't stop, does it? ] We should probably go. Explain it to me on the way back to town?
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it's only after a full minute that his comment registers with her, her expression confused as davina looks up at peter. ] I'm ... sorry? [ why is she apologising? she's not entirely sure either. ] I don't understand?
[ is that supposed to be a joke, an unfunny one that doesn't make sense to her? or is he mistaking her for someone? in the mess of things happening, that wouldn't be very surprising. she looks over her shoulder, hearing more skittering and noises in the distance behind them.
it doesn't stop, does it? ] We should probably go. Explain it to me on the way back to town?