[She's not fine, and lying about it would do none of them any good.]
I'm not hurt, but... Eustace, he...
[She pauses a moment to catch her breath—something that normally doesn't happen, but her chest feels as though it's constricting, her body finally starting to catch up with everything that's happened as her mind processes it. Anxiety grips her, and for a moment, she can't find her words, so all she can force out is one that encompasses everything that she means to tell them.]
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[She's not fine, and lying about it would do none of them any good.]
I'm not hurt, but... Eustace, he...
[She pauses a moment to catch her breath—something that normally doesn't happen, but her chest feels as though it's constricting, her body finally starting to catch up with everything that's happened as her mind processes it. Anxiety grips her, and for a moment, she can't find her words, so all she can force out is one that encompasses everything that she means to tell them.]
—Noctaere.