Cerulean Cape 濡れた犬

She supposed trying to start off with some small talk wasn't the best course of action -- not when the young girl was in the state that she was. It was clear nothing flew past this boy, either, since he'd even ignored her question entirely. Yet it only made her smile more prominent; or softer, one might say.

How kind of him to worry like this. Even if she was a stranger.

Well, I....don't know how I got here, but I remember falling from a ledge.... now that Yuki thought about it, she must've fell into the rapids down below, rather than the rocks. That must be why she wasn't dead right now, yet the softer option of landing didn't seem to prevent injury.

A ink bloted paw found its way towards her breast bone, pressing lightly against the spot that pained her. Her dad was a medic -- yet he was no longer with them and did not teach her enough to fix this on her own.

What was she to do, now?