[None of them are doing well. Beau has a lot of questions here- how this happened, why it's happening, why her subconscious came up with such a horrifying way to kill her- but she's got no answers. Seriously, is this her conscience pissed that she isn't sharing enough? A jab at more recent events? All of it's unfair and she's going to ride that anger to stave off the fear of actually dying until it backs her into a corner.
But she nods as he approaches, crossing her legs and leaning forward, dragging her busted arm with her good one to show her back to him.]
Yeah. I can handle it, don't worry, just.. do whatever. If you can't get the stem, maybe burn it.
[The one in her arm is damaged, but the cut open part of her bicep reveals the tendril is far in there, another sprig already starting to split off with intent to sprout. She sighs, trying to straighten herself up, but quickly gives in to allow herself to slump instead.]
!!!!! OMG HI
But she nods as he approaches, crossing her legs and leaning forward, dragging her busted arm with her good one to show her back to him.]
Yeah. I can handle it, don't worry, just.. do whatever. If you can't get the stem, maybe burn it.
[The one in her arm is damaged, but the cut open part of her bicep reveals the tendril is far in there, another sprig already starting to split off with intent to sprout. She sighs, trying to straighten herself up, but quickly gives in to allow herself to slump instead.]
They keep comin' back. No matter what.