11-24-2008, 09:46 PM
As gracefully as she could she lifted herself and leaned aginst the nearby wall, slightly leaning so the blood from her forehead could possibly settle faster. She was not quite sure what to say, on one point he could have easily killed her, on the other he didn't. Also she felt slightly ashamed at being caught off guard so easily. Bits and pieces of her wanted to tear him to pieces, others wanted to cry, and a few wanted to lean on him so he could bring her comfort. Instead she shook her head and passed her hand over her own wrist which healed itself. "I'm a priestess, my outer wounds will heal." She said putting an accent on the word outer perhaps he could find the right words to say, again she felt the awkward air around them.
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