[ she can’t quite keep her fingers closed around the spear, but it doesn’t really do any favors to her injury, either; it goes clattering across the floor, and she ends up more or less draped over Glory.
she smiles, though. ]
Can’t deny such an... earnest request. I was going to put you out of your misery, but...
no subject
she smiles, though. ]
Can’t deny such an... earnest request. I was going to put you out of your misery, but...