[She'd groaned something when initially picked up, but the sounds didn't qualify as anything more than attempted words. There was too much exhaustion and pain to form a sentence, let alone remain awake.]
[She'd put everything into that last spell, every scrap of magic left in her entire being. That alone should have killed her, to say nothing of the blast itself.]
[But life was full of disappointments, and so Shadow Weaver found herself stirring to painful wakefulness - and a series of statements she quite frankly did not have the will to deal with. Would that she could snap something back, about them not running or about the Heart or if Adora had healed her from the verge of death again... But all Shadow Weaver could muster was to turn her head to the voices.]
[And stare.]
[Nothing looked off about Adora, but... Catra...]
[Ah. She was dead, after all, and this was hell. ]
Surely, your questions can wait, Adora. [Her speech isn't as strong or fluid as she would have liked, but it was a feat she could speak at all with the dark spots still haunting the edges of her vision. She settles her head back against the cot. Maybe if she ignored them, this would all go away.]
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[She'd put everything into that last spell, every scrap of magic left in her entire being. That alone should have killed her, to say nothing of the blast itself.]
[But life was full of disappointments, and so Shadow Weaver found herself stirring to painful wakefulness - and a series of statements she quite frankly did not have the will to deal with. Would that she could snap something back, about them not running or about the Heart or if Adora had healed her from the verge of death again... But all Shadow Weaver could muster was to turn her head to the voices.]
[And stare.]
[Nothing looked off about Adora, but... Catra...]
[Ah. She was dead, after all, and this was hell. ]
Surely, your questions can wait, Adora. [Her speech isn't as strong or fluid as she would have liked, but it was a feat she could speak at all with the dark spots still haunting the edges of her vision. She settles her head back against the cot. Maybe if she ignored them, this would all go away.]
[She was certainly ignoring Catra.]