[ With her hair covering her face, Sachiko's teeth grit at the healing spell, which was by no means comfortable on her dead body-- it'd be worse if she were completely a ghost, but she can stand the pain long enough for the bone to click back into place, her skin looking slightly normal before fading back into grey.
She sniffles. It's not hard, Sachiko isn't used to physical pain dealt to herself. ]
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She sniffles. It's not hard, Sachiko isn't used to physical pain dealt to herself. ]
They're really gone, aren't they? ... mama, papa...
[ She lets her shoulders heave with a cry in the dirt, making sure this looks extra pathetic. No low she won't stoop to, anyway. ]