Well, Sol seemed to have handled that significantly better than she did. He was helping her up before she'd really recovered and shouting (she supposed it still counted as shouting and her headache seemed to treat it the same) about getting off the boat. For her part, she still had no idea what was happening. She tried to force her mind back through what had happened, but it rebelled against her.
Okay, focus through the pain, she thought. They were sailing fine and then they... crashed? How? Why? Where was the captain? And what had they crashed into?
She didn't really have time to think about this despite the fact that she was trying because Sol was practically dragging her off the ship. Why? Who cared? The fact that the ship seemed as if it might soon be in an even worse position was completely lost on her.
On the bright side, he helped her get out, and off the boat she went, plopping hard into the sand. The pain in her side left her wondering if she had broken a rib on that counter, and she looked back to see that there was already a nasty black and purple bruise forming on her side.
She was about to say thank you, but he was popping off again with more of that head screaming. It didn't really get that much better the further away he moved, either.
One of the other Sith ladies made her way over but what she said caused Arla a moment of absolute panic
What had she just called her? Did she know Arla's mother? Did she know who Arla was? Was she going to tell people? Was she going to tell Arla's mother!?! She started to panic internally, grabbing Tiamat's hands and practically pulling her down into the sand to sit next to Arla.
What did you just call me? Why did you call me that? Who are you? she started to blurt out, and then realized that this probably wasn't the time or place. Based on the amount of screaming and yelling, there were probably still other people in trouble.
She started to push herself up, looking to help the others before splitting pain tore through her side again. Kriff, she spat, wincing and looking back again at her side.
Are you hurt? she asked, looking back at the other woman and noticing that she seemed... a little out of it. Not only had she been kind of stumbling around and unsteady (she hadn't had the gentlest sitting) but she was giving almost a drunk look on her face that had Arla really wondering.
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Okay, focus through the pain, she thought. They were sailing fine and then they... crashed? How? Why? Where was the captain? And what had they crashed into?
She didn't really have time to think about this despite the fact that she was trying because Sol was practically dragging her off the ship. Why? Who cared? The fact that the ship seemed as if it might soon be in an even worse position was completely lost on her.
On the bright side, he helped her get out, and off the boat she went, plopping hard into the sand. The pain in her side left her wondering if she had broken a rib on that counter, and she looked back to see that there was already a nasty black and purple bruise forming on her side.
She was about to say thank you, but he was popping off again with more of that head screaming. It didn't really get that much better the further away he moved, either.
One of the other Sith ladies made her way over but what she said caused Arla a moment of absolute panic
What had she just called her? Did she know Arla's mother? Did she know who Arla was? Was she going to tell people? Was she going to tell Arla's mother!?! She started to panic internally, grabbing Tiamat's hands and practically pulling her down into the sand to sit next to Arla.
What did you just call me? Why did you call me that? Who are you? she started to blurt out, and then realized that this probably wasn't the time or place. Based on the amount of screaming and yelling, there were probably still other people in trouble.
She started to push herself up, looking to help the others before splitting pain tore through her side again. Kriff, she spat, wincing and looking back again at her side.
Are you hurt? she asked, looking back at the other woman and noticing that she seemed... a little out of it. Not only had she been kind of stumbling around and unsteady (she hadn't had the gentlest sitting) but she was giving almost a drunk look on her face that had Arla really wondering.
@GABA @Mr. Teatime