[She opens her mouth, but doesn't answer immediately. It's still a struggle to allow herself to speak against anything he says that she almost leaves it. She could just nod, and say 'of course, young master' as she might have in the past.
But she doesn't want to. Her chest hurts with a weird mix of something like elation that the young master doesn't want to give up on her, and fear that there's no point to it.
So when she finally speaks, it's quiet and she's still not looking at him, though tense fingers are curling into her skirt.]
What could possibly be done for -- all ten of us? [She's not SHSL Doctor or anything, but she's pretty sure you don't just get over being braindead on your own.]
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But she doesn't want to. Her chest hurts with a weird mix of something like elation that the young master doesn't want to give up on her, and fear that there's no point to it.
So when she finally speaks, it's quiet and she's still not looking at him, though tense fingers are curling into her skirt.]
What could possibly be done for -- all ten of us? [She's not SHSL Doctor or anything, but she's pretty sure you don't just get over being braindead on your own.]