Ilde pulls her knees against her chest, feet tucked in and toes curled; she remembers water, she's just not exactly clear on...anything else, and she pushes it aside after a moment as too much else that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it'll make sense later, when she can think straight, which is generously assuming there's going to be a later when she can do that. It doesn't feel like a given.
If she were thinking about that, she'd probably be more concerned about the fact she hasn't got up for the first aid kit in the bathroom yet; it's routine, now, to make sure she takes care of the inevitable bitemarks left behind sooner rather than later, and she isn't thinking about it at all, hiccuping leftover tears and wondering how the hell she answers a question like what do you need. Would they be here, if she knew that?
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Ilde pulls her knees against her chest, feet tucked in and toes curled; she remembers water, she's just not exactly clear on...anything else, and she pushes it aside after a moment as too much else that doesn't make any sense. Maybe it'll make sense later, when she can think straight, which is generously assuming there's going to be a later when she can do that. It doesn't feel like a given.
If she were thinking about that, she'd probably be more concerned about the fact she hasn't got up for the first aid kit in the bathroom yet; it's routine, now, to make sure she takes care of the inevitable bitemarks left behind sooner rather than later, and she isn't thinking about it at all, hiccuping leftover tears and wondering how the hell she answers a question like what do you need. Would they be here, if she knew that?
Her nails dig into her palms.