Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

Grackle watched him turn to leave with a click of her tongue. Damn, you could have just said you weren't there yet, She grumbled, waiting for him to get a few steps ahead so he wouldn't hear the grunt of effort as she pulled herself to her feet again.

Forcing down the wave of nausea that fought to rear its ugly head with every step, the dame padded along quietly behind Bonnie, green eyes following every sway in his step, ready to catch him should he crumple. She was grateful to have had fighting experience, and to know how to cope with the pain.

The longer she moved, the less her body felt her own. She wasn't this body; she was a slab of meat stuck inside. This pain wasn't hers either- the pain belonged to the body. The feeling was familiar, one she had often in her youth.

Detach.
A spirit hovering in a suit without touching it.
Numb.