[She's heaving for a moment, kneeling on the floor, crumpled. Her right arm is still bound by Aradia's whip,and while she has no intention of letting her sword go, she takes a moment.
Or two.
She is still for a moment, but when she moves again, she's grabbing one of Rose's needles, one that's pointed to her face, holding onto her hand, grasping it tightly.
All you hear in between labored breaths is chuckling.]
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Or two.
She is still for a moment, but when she moves again, she's grabbing one of Rose's needles, one that's pointed to her face, holding onto her hand, grasping it tightly.
All you hear in between labored breaths is chuckling.]