Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-5614539-20150212115315

"That would be splendid." Aspin said, standing. Geistlig's fluids slowly leaked down the inside of her leg.

Thryssa chuckled lightly, but it was a bitter chuckle, with NK humour, only anger. "Sorry; the word you always think you least want to here when such things happen. Yet now it has, I couldn't ask for more." She leaned her head onto his arm. She wasn't crying anymore, the tears had dried up. Now, she only looked distant, pained.