[They gather their strength. Their body protests too much Soul use, which they ignore and force Focus. It doesn't heal well, but they should do so now instead of waiting for their form to heal over time--or more likely, fall apart.
Most of it goes to their stump of an arm. This isn't entirely intentional. At least their cloak rubbing against it won't make them twitch.
Sibling sits beside them. They do not let themselves wonder why, and lever their body up until they're mostly sitting as well. Pain crackles through their chest, but less. If they allowed themselves to examine their emotions, there would be some surprise to it.
They angle their head, watching Sibling with their functioning eye without seeming to. They are not meant to make eye contact like a true bug, but if an order comes, they should not miss it.]
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Most of it goes to their stump of an arm. This isn't entirely intentional. At least their cloak rubbing against it won't make them twitch.
Sibling sits beside them. They do not let themselves wonder why, and lever their body up until they're mostly sitting as well. Pain crackles through their chest, but less. If they allowed themselves to examine their emotions, there would be some surprise to it.
They angle their head, watching Sibling with their functioning eye without seeming to. They are not meant to make eye contact like a true bug, but if an order comes, they should not miss it.]