Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

Bridget continued to rest, but she also continued to check in on @Harka, bringing the man water when she could along with company. She was stubborn, especially when she discovered a reluctance to get going some days. Walking hurt... it made it impossible to ignore that some things would never be easy again.

She'd live.

There was another girl here, @Mireille, who she was curious about. Apparently she was younger but that was all Bridget knew. The medic hadn't wanted to pry too much, and aside from that, she knew better than to push herself past her limit. If she wasn't careful, she would undo the good they'd done for her already.

Taking it slow was hard. There was a bit of a masochistic, challenging note in her that wanted to see how fast she could run, how hard she could fall and still get back up. She shoved it down but it simmered, causing her to swear every time she stumbled, but also to keep lurching forward. She was grateful that the beach was more stone than anything else.

Today she lingered briefly outside of where the younger girl was hidden away... perhaps, after she'd spent a bit of time with the man, she'd come back and introduce herself.