The Sunspire Muscle car.

You Meadow? Resyon’s….. friend?

Was it her imagination, or did the woman just… insinuate something?

A flush to her cheeks. It had to have been her imagination, feeling a little guilty at having been wrapped in Resyon’s rather strong arms all night. 

The very arms that were now practically holding up the injured femme.

Deaf. Completely injured. Moving to Epoch. There selfishly might have been a ‘pop’ in Meadow’s balloon when she had thought Epoch would have more adults to assist them. This quite possibly meant she had more work ahead of her, healing wise.

Her eyes scoured the scabbed markings on the woman’s back—freshly open, now bleeding. 

Okay, so she was going to have so much more work. 

Can you lay her down?? She paused, looking to the other woman, making sure their eyes met. Are you okay to lay down?

She wanted to better inspect what was before her.