Sometime in the night, Mewtwo had shifted away from her. He hadn't left the bed, only moved away from Tak for both their safety; the unconscious and flailing Irken could do some damage with her pak if Mewtwo wasn't careful. He knew enough not to leave, lest something bad happen to her. He was currently sitting upright against the wall, watching her.
It may have taken a minute or two hours, there were no clocks in his chambers and time has a nasty tendency to drag on when seeing something one doesn't want to see. She's stilled, the fight is over, and while blue-green blood did spot the punctured bed-squish she lay on, it wasn't the gory scene he's woken up to. She opened her eyes, staring at the damage she'd done to their nesting material, then suddenly she scrambles to sit up, adressing him in the darkened room even though sleep still blurred her vision. "--Mewtwo."
She reaches up and strokes back her antennae, wincing in surprise more than pain. Her arms were sore, shoulders were sore. Most of her body was sore now that she noticed it.
"It's the Khonshu. He found me. I... that IS you over there isn't it? Oh Slark, it had BETTER be."
"Like I've been chewed on by a phangor-beast. Nng, but that's alright..." She stretches, arching her back and hissing, letting what covers remained to cover her pool around her hips. "Wot's the phrase... 'you should have seen the other guy.'"
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She reaches up and strokes back her antennae, wincing in surprise more than pain. Her arms were sore, shoulders were sore. Most of her body was sore now that she noticed it.
"It's the Khonshu. He found me. I... that IS you over there isn't it? Oh Slark, it had BETTER be."
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