[ The knife still protrudes from its eye socket — forgotten, for the moment, as Daenerys intrudes on Octavia's attempts to dislodge it. Reflexive, she tries and fails to reel from the foreign touch, the strange texture against her skin; more than that, she's simply forgotten softness and what it means to be touched without pain to join it.
Still, there's no escaping it, despite the tremble of clawed fingers tickling against her skin. Beneath Daenerys's grip, Octavia's jaw shifts. ]
It's a good thing this isn't the Seven Kingdoms, then.
[ For all that she stands tall in the face of her injuries, it isn't solely pride that prompts her dismissal. Despising herself, what she's done, has made her careless with the value of her own life. Tired, more than that, for how heavily regret weighs upon her these days — though she doesn't let the facade shatter. ]
I feel fine. [ Can't she see that? The force of Octavia's conviction drives the word out between her clenched teeth, oblivious to the extent of her wounds. How bad can it be if the pain hasn't touched her? ] We need to keep moving.
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Still, there's no escaping it, despite the tremble of clawed fingers tickling against her skin. Beneath Daenerys's grip, Octavia's jaw shifts. ]
It's a good thing this isn't the Seven Kingdoms, then.
[ For all that she stands tall in the face of her injuries, it isn't solely pride that prompts her dismissal. Despising herself, what she's done, has made her careless with the value of her own life. Tired, more than that, for how heavily regret weighs upon her these days — though she doesn't let the facade shatter. ]
I feel fine. [ Can't she see that? The force of Octavia's conviction drives the word out between her clenched teeth, oblivious to the extent of her wounds. How bad can it be if the pain hasn't touched her? ] We need to keep moving.