[ S...Skin... With a whole lot of cuts and bruises, and familiar scaling, glimmering a silverish white. She breathes out a puff of air, trying to get her own hair out of face, but when that doesn't work, she finds just enough movement in her arm to try to brush it out of her face.
Still warm. Still comfortable. Though with a quick glance over his body to try to get her bearings, she can see that she's on the floor. When did that happen? ]
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Still warm. Still comfortable. Though with a quick glance over his body to try to get her bearings, she can see that she's on the floor. When did that happen? ]