[There's something weirdly comforting about Blake being smart about this. It grounds her, gives her a distraction from the raw panic. Having her head picked up isn't nearly as disorienting as she would expect, either.
Or maybe she's just in shock, and nothing is as disorienting as her body still moving and feeling things despite... this.]
It's... it's a curse, right? We can fix this.
[There'd been other changes, other people who were trying to fix them. She could fix this. She could totally fix this.
Her body seems to move fine- besides a little wobbliness- as it clambers to its feet again, and then walks toward them.]
... God, this is so weird.
[She's trying to sound detached and quippy, but her voice is uncharacteristically small, shaky, as if she's only barely holding it together. Her hands reach out to try and take her head, but she's basically working with inverted controls while facing the wrong direction, so she winds up shoving Blake's torso with her outstretched hand instead.]
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Or maybe she's just in shock, and nothing is as disorienting as her body still moving and feeling things despite... this.]
It's... it's a curse, right? We can fix this.
[There'd been other changes, other people who were trying to fix them. She could fix this. She could totally fix this.
Her body seems to move fine- besides a little wobbliness- as it clambers to its feet again, and then walks toward them.]
... God, this is so weird.
[She's trying to sound detached and quippy, but her voice is uncharacteristically small, shaky, as if she's only barely holding it together. Her hands reach out to try and take her head, but she's basically working with inverted controls while facing the wrong direction, so she winds up shoving Blake's torso with her outstretched hand instead.]
Shit, sorry.