Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
Her elbow connects with another soft area, registering his groans as a moment for her to breathe - literally. She gives a small cough to clear the tension that presses against her diaphragm, resetting some of the pressure so that she can suck in a lung full of clarifying air, stretching slowly up so that her muscles might not scream as loud. It'll still ache in the morning, maybe leave a gnarly bruise, but at least she's able to blink up(?) at Danta's propped form.
Thal doesn't quite smile through her own discomfort, lips pursed as she pieces through what pain is physical or mental. "Fine." It's a lie, but she rubs a hand against her abdomen, looking to Danta and his obvious discomfort instead. There's a kernel of worry despite his joking, and she does her best not to give anything away when she asks, "You?"
Thal doesn't quite smile through her own discomfort, lips pursed as she pieces through what pain is physical or mental. "Fine." It's a lie, but she rubs a hand against her abdomen, looking to Danta and his obvious discomfort instead. There's a kernel of worry despite his joking, and she does her best not to give anything away when she asks, "You?"
