[she's faceplanted, and what's worse, straight into more snow and dirty forest undergrowth. who knows how many times it's been. a few rolls of bandages and a bottle of something labeled "antiseptic" hop out from the giant bag she carries with her. rin rises to her knees, hissing at a scraped cheek; of course she sees rick.]
Y-You. You're still alive, I guess that's a plus.
[she's frustrated, okay. the sting of her injuries hurts and she was worried about if they were really all right, and she's in that mad-happy teenage girl mood where she's thrilled the sun will come up but her eyes are a little wet because she fell again, and—
action;!
Y-You. You're still alive, I guess that's a plus.
[she's frustrated, okay. the sting of her injuries hurts and she was worried about if they were really all right, and she's in that mad-happy teenage girl mood where she's thrilled the sun will come up but her eyes are a little wet because she fell again, and—
she's 17. it's rough, rick.]