[ She grabs the horns in one hand, fingers curling around the familiar curves. It doesn't bring any comfort. ]
Nobody goes with a Fog priestess to Dyster for a social call.
[ Hurt leaves her head swimming, her body trembling, unstable, but anger keeps her moving, keeps her on her feet. It's too much to bear; once she's back in her room at the arcade, she can let herself collapse.
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[ She grabs the horns in one hand, fingers curling around the familiar curves. It doesn't bring any comfort. ]
Nobody goes with a Fog priestess to Dyster for a social call.
[ Hurt leaves her head swimming, her body trembling, unstable, but anger keeps her moving, keeps her on her feet. It's too much to bear; once she's back in her room at the arcade, she can let herself collapse.
She staggers towards the door. ]