MELITA
A familiar language rumbled in her ears, and she glanced up, and up, and up, spotting Sunjata, his face a bit blurred, her eyes unfocused, brain struggling to decipher a few of the words. There was a ring of goofy laughter in her lungs, likely from some numbed accord in her mind, gilded eyes then glancing over elsewhere, at the scene, at the carnage, at the rubble and ruin around them. Perhaps this snapped something back into her soul, a fire, ignition, and kindling, attempting to wave his hands away as she buckled down, as she bent forward and back onto her own limbs. “I’m okay.” Sort of, a little unsteady, a little wobbly, Fangorn hissing and grumbling around her ankles, another thank you murmured and whispered to everyone around – not wishing to cause any more of a scene. Her venture forward was a trifle pathetic, but it was movement, and lacking the paralyzing pain. She had an allotment of inquiries and questions for him (had that been him by, in, the mud monster?), but they all seemed to simmer away at this juncture, ghosts and screams hovering and harpooning too quickly, too closely. “Should we go find more people?” Not that she’d be much help, but perhaps Fangorn could seek and search and she could do something other than be another casualty.You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
