Please. [a wince as she shifts to get up, and then thinks better of it] I think I'm done.
[guess she'll just keep an eye on the proceedings, so she'll have an excuse to delay the inevitable.
She glances at her side, and experimentally shifts her arm. Ow, that's definitely scraped up. And her clothes are caked with dirt and are probably more suitable for burning than anything else. Of course.]
...idk. if they're covered in mud, she's not touching that.
[guess she'll just keep an eye on the proceedings, so she'll have an excuse to delay the inevitable.
She glances at her side, and experimentally shifts her arm. Ow, that's definitely scraped up. And her clothes are caked with dirt and are probably more suitable for burning than anything else. Of course.]