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

Oh, shit, this kid had teeth. And was way more of a spitfire than Bridget was expecting for a group like this. She started to grin, but then the girl's words sank in and she cocked a brow questioningly.

Hold on, why can't you leave? Bridget gave her a cursory look over, but it was hard with the way she moved (and her obvious need for space) to get a good read right now. If they have you here to recover, you should probably listen. They know the trade. She'd been nothing but impressed so far.

Ah, her leg was a distraction. Silver lining, maybe? Bridget glanced at it, but was pretty quick to look away. Perhaps a little too quick, though her tone was careless when she answered. Infection. The bite I remember, but the removing? Not so much.

She seemed more afraid and sad than anything else. I'm Bridget. Where was home for her, even? And how had she gotten here, if she didn't know the place?