She considers lying, but can't think of a good one. She considers leaving anyway, but that feels like a dick move, and she really doesn't want to do that.
So she opts, instead, to tell him the truth. She reluctantly tilts her head aside and tugs the scarf loose, revealing the hideous wound going all around her neck, as if her head had been severed but was still staying on her neck somehow. The wound still looked fresh. It looked like it should have killed her.]
Showed when the fur and the tail went away.
[She tries to keep her delivery flat and even, but her voice trembles, and she can't quite look at him.]
'Bout the same time as I got cold and wicked ashy.
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She considers lying, but can't think of a good one. She considers leaving anyway, but that feels like a dick move, and she really doesn't want to do that.
So she opts, instead, to tell him the truth. She reluctantly tilts her head aside and tugs the scarf loose, revealing the hideous wound going all around her neck, as if her head had been severed but was still staying on her neck somehow. The wound still looked fresh. It looked like it should have killed her.]
Showed when the fur and the tail went away.
[She tries to keep her delivery flat and even, but her voice trembles, and she can't quite look at him.]
'Bout the same time as I got cold and wicked ashy.