[ As her coughing had subsided, she'd finally allowed the warming bubble she had sustained to dissipate. Initially, she offered no response to his request that she lie down, having had something more odd than blood, chestnut and red rose petals in her throat. It necessitates a pinch to draw whatever it was from out of her throat. A near-gag later, there's what appears to be fair portion of prickleless stem between her fingers and her eyes are half-lidded for her efforts.
Lying down sounds like a good idea now that she can maybe begin to attempt to catch her breath, so she does, and on her side like he'd asked with her mask at rest beneath her chin. It's almost entirely her blood she smells; it's certainly all she tastes, and that... is that fine? It's not. The roots are piercing her lungs and her body is trying to heal the wounds, making her hot, too hot.
Still, she can muddle through her thoughts. She's been listening to Hoshina speak, thinking, watching him. Kind of hates how far away from her he is right now. She didn't want that, she just... didn't want to risk hurting him if the scent of his blood in the air got to be too much. ]
Hmm?
[ Just loud enough to be heard. How? That's what she's asking, bloodied fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. Pulled up a little? Just enough to allow a little circulation. She's cold, but she knows she's hot. ]
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Lying down sounds like a good idea now that she can maybe begin to attempt to catch her breath, so she does, and on her side like he'd asked with her mask at rest beneath her chin. It's almost entirely her blood she smells; it's certainly all she tastes, and that... is that fine? It's not. The roots are piercing her lungs and her body is trying to heal the wounds, making her hot, too hot.
Still, she can muddle through her thoughts. She's been listening to Hoshina speak, thinking, watching him. Kind of hates how far away from her he is right now. She didn't want that, she just... didn't want to risk hurting him if the scent of his blood in the air got to be too much. ]
Hmm?
[ Just loud enough to be heard. How? That's what she's asking, bloodied fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. Pulled up a little? Just enough to allow a little circulation. She's cold, but she knows she's hot. ]