[ Her balance is unfortunate in the beginning, and she's wise enough not to try to take a step right away and fall on her face. It seems that her sandals and mask have been lost in the chaos, but she doesn't notice that so much as the phantom sensation of the leather straps around her head. Fingertips touch at the corner of her mouth while she flexes her jaw, but this is not so terrible as it could be. There had been times when she'd worn it so long that she could no longer close her mouth without help if it was removed.
Her skin still stings, and the memory of why she's soaking wet is enough for her to finally pull away and wrap her arms around herself while squeezing her eyes shut with a wobble. A huffed 'Hm...!' accompanies hunched shoulders as she shakes her head again, and she may as well be lost to the desperate need to try and steady herself again, only she can't.
She has lost all composure and she doesn't know how to get it back, and she's unable to see past that blockade. Control was lost, and it's all she's ever fought for, and it's nauseating. ]
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Her skin still stings, and the memory of why she's soaking wet is enough for her to finally pull away and wrap her arms around herself while squeezing her eyes shut with a wobble. A huffed 'Hm...!' accompanies hunched shoulders as she shakes her head again, and she may as well be lost to the desperate need to try and steady herself again, only she can't.
She has lost all composure and she doesn't know how to get it back, and she's unable to see past that blockade. Control was lost, and it's all she's ever fought for, and it's nauseating. ]