[Flandre was leaning on her sister so much she barely seemed to be walking on her own. Laevateinn had been recovered, and Flandre was using the staff as a kind of crutch as the lower end slithered along on the ground. Her shin had scabbed over and stopped hurting, but the cut that had severed some of the muscles that lifted her wings still hurt quite a bit, and made her wings droop still. It had been patched up now, but the bruises on her throat persisted. And she was tired, even though she had been resting better with Remilia there. And thirty all over again, though everything else going on had made that the least important thing.
The little vampire stopped at first, when she recognized where they were going. Digging in her feet for all the good that did; she was still dragged along regardless.]
That's where the scary things are. Scary things with sharp things. They hurt...
[The wound in her back twinges a little, as if in emphasis.]
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The little vampire stopped at first, when she recognized where they were going. Digging in her feet for all the good that did; she was still dragged along regardless.]
That's where the scary things are. Scary things with sharp things. They hurt...
[The wound in her back twinges a little, as if in emphasis.]