[She's braced for it when it comes, the flayed-nerve ache of it, like someone's taken sandpaper to her soul. So it's a surprise, almost, when what she feels is...different. A needling sting at some place inside of her that she can't really name, a weird citrus-scouring that comes quick and cold and then gone again before she can fully process it. It's weird as hell, and not exactly a nice feeling-- but it's manageable.
She shakes herself - like a wolf shaking water from its pelt - but she doesn't miss so much as a step. Instead she's shouldering her bone-sword, focused on kicking some monster ass.]
On it.
[She'll stalk out into the corridor just a half-step behind him, watching his back but already poised to shove him behind her if she needs to.]
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She shakes herself - like a wolf shaking water from its pelt - but she doesn't miss so much as a step. Instead she's shouldering her bone-sword, focused on kicking some monster ass.]
On it.
[She'll stalk out into the corridor just a half-step behind him, watching his back but already poised to shove him behind her if she needs to.]