[There's another choked sound. He can see movement. A hand, not too far away, but it's reaching up to the head of the bed. There's a figure now, he can make it out. It looks like something is being pulled.
Then a keen of pain, a sort of retching. It's only seconds but the sound is wretched enough to stretch those microscopic moments into an unbearable eon. Then there's a wet sound, wet coughing, a bit of spitting.
And a familiar voice, hoarse and frail but searching.]
[ dislike...he sneaks his way forward, crawling over thorns and trying to push his way ahead as he listens for the signs of life. but he immediately perks up and begins moving faster when she calls out. ]
[When he reaches her she's still struggling to get up. There's blood running down her chin and from her nose and a few long tendrils of thorns slicked with blood cast off to the side. Two short, one quite long and tipped with broken roots.
She coughs some more, and the blood spatters. But she speaks clearer now.]
Little cat? How do you know my name?
[Then she stiffens. She speaks urgently, glancing all around.]
Is my prince on his way? Have you seen him? He's supposed to—
[ he physically recoils upon seeing how bad of a state she's in, more out of frustration that this has happened to her rather than repulsion. but he pads his way closer, getting a look to see if there's anyway he can help her or at least find the real reason she's bleeding this much. ]
Never mind that. Your prince...has to be on his way, but we can't wait for him. We have to try and help you now while we can. [ yeah. don't wait on a man! he guesses. right? especially since he has a sinking feeling no one's going to come. ]
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Then a keen of pain, a sort of retching. It's only seconds but the sound is wretched enough to stretch those microscopic moments into an unbearable eon. Then there's a wet sound, wet coughing, a bit of spitting.
And a familiar voice, hoarse and frail but searching.]
H-hello?
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Rosamund?
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She coughs some more, and the blood spatters. But she speaks clearer now.]
Little cat? How do you know my name?
[Then she stiffens. She speaks urgently, glancing all around.]
Is my prince on his way? Have you seen him? He's supposed to—
[And she breaks off coughing.]
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Never mind that. Your prince...has to be on his way, but we can't wait for him. We have to try and help you now while we can. [ yeah. don't wait on a man! he guesses. right? especially since he has a sinking feeling no one's going to come. ]