[ Free from the vicious winds and sand Sahlin takes a moment to rake her hand through her hair, shaking it free of the sand that clings there. Her lips purse as a noise of frustration passes her lips, knowing her hair is not the only place that has gained such unwanted additions. ]
I am well enough. [ She admits, turning her pale gaze towards him. ] Though I am developing a great dislike for sand.
[ She starts then to dust her clothes of it, pausing momentarily as she reaches for her left arm. It is an adjustment still, one she has not quite come to complete grips with, the absence of so much when the sensation still remains. ]
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I am well enough. [ She admits, turning her pale gaze towards him. ] Though I am developing a great dislike for sand.
[ She starts then to dust her clothes of it, pausing momentarily as she reaches for her left arm. It is an adjustment still, one she has not quite come to complete grips with, the absence of so much when the sensation still remains. ]
You needn't worry for me.