She manages not to say it, manages to bite her lip and keep from saying anything. Just a kid. Just a stupid kid. He doesn't need to listen to the things she knows. But, God. It made her even sicker to her stomach.
She tries again to stand. Painful. Very painful. And she sits back down, breathing hard.]
I... don't have money on me. [But she needs food and shelter and clothes.
action; Not at all! Gretel's just... paranoid? about magic.
Fucking magic.
She manages not to say it, manages to bite her lip and keep from saying anything. Just a kid. Just a stupid kid. He doesn't need to listen to the things she knows. But, God. It made her even sicker to her stomach.
She tries again to stand. Painful. Very painful. And she sits back down, breathing hard.]
I... don't have money on me. [But she needs food and shelter and clothes.
This is a bad day gotten worse. A lot worse.]