[Having gotten used to both pain and magic, she doesn't flinch or divert her sight when the water levitates to be set over her forehead, wetting her already messy hair. Among the rags left from the battle, one is used over her chest.
She only slightly flinches. The Spartan had already endured a lot of physical pain, and only one broken rib was nothing. Her group had fought with much worse injuries in much more dangerous campaigns.]
Not much. Keep going.
[Her knees move closer to her torso, as she lowers her head, still expressionless. Not in pain, but exhaustion.]
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She only slightly flinches. The Spartan had already endured a lot of physical pain, and only one broken rib was nothing. Her group had fought with much worse injuries in much more dangerous campaigns.]
Not much. Keep going.
[Her knees move closer to her torso, as she lowers her head, still expressionless. Not in pain, but exhaustion.]