Pils! [Relief swells inside him at the sound of her voice -- so does nausea. His pulse thuds, cold and thready, in the pit of his stomach and for a moment he can only stare and breathe through a deepening sense of sickness rolling over him. God, he'd hug her if he could.] ...You ok?
[He knows from the moment it leaves him that it's a damn poor choice of words. How could anyone be okay after slogging through mud and gore, surrounded by the dead and hostiles at every turn?]
[Video, June 8] sorry about the typos in my tag -- god, and I reread it a lot too :/
[He knows from the moment it leaves him that it's a damn poor choice of words. How could anyone be okay after slogging through mud and gore, surrounded by the dead and hostiles at every turn?]