[for Florence]

[wishesandsmoke]

The more bored Eden became, the further out she wandered, sometimes flying out past Summerfell in her little hovercar, sometimes striking out on foot for farther parts of the island. She never crossed into the dinosaur section -- boredom and recklessness were not one and the same, at least not in full, and she'd too much experience with death to

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[doesnt_speak]

Through she's been on the island more than ten days now, Florence isn't quite what she's willing to call settled, despite feeling comfortable enough in her new surroundings. There are things she isn't letting herself think about yet, how she works in this world, how it's different from the Realm, but those answers will come in time. Florence trusts this.

She's trekking carefully through the jungle when she hears the shriek and there's no time to think about her reaction. The gun comes up and she's moving over rocks and fallen trees, racing toward the sound. Within seconds she's reached the source of the noise and she sees a girl lying at the bottom of a slope, no sight of an assailant. It's an injury, it isn't an attack, she can feel this and so she clicks the safety back onto her gun and lets it dangle from her shoulder strap again, then makes her way carefully down the slope to the girl at the bottom.

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden tensed, hearing someone approach. It was just her luck that this would happen, and rather than being relieved that someone else was out there, she found herself horrified. She could defend herself as needed any other time, but with her ankle out of commission, it was a lost cause. This woman didn't look at all familiar. That didn't mean she wasn't dangerous - the gun she carried was proof enough of that - but at least she probably wasn't someone who already held a grudge against Eden.

"I think I broke my ankle," she said, looking over at the woman, eyes wide and uncertain. She'd known this part of the island was less populated, dammit, and she ought to have come in the hovercar, but no, she'd gone and walked out on her own into the middle of nowhere. "Can you help me stand?"

[doesnt_speak]

Florence gives one short nod, although she isn't going to help the girl stand. Not yet, anyway. When Florence is done, she won't need the help. It isn't something she can explain, though, and so she simply drops to a crouch beside her and begins to careful work of stripping off the girl's shoe, needing to see the damage before she can be of any help.

It's probably considered rude to do all this without so much as a word, but Florence doesn't have time to dig out her paper and pencil. She doesn't even know where she's put the paper with her name on it, so introductions are going to have to wait. Her gaze flickers up briefly, meeting the girl's eyes and she tries to look reassuring as her fingers move over her ankle, feeling for any breaks or fractures.

[wishesandsmoke]

"What -" Eden leaned her weight back on the scraped palms of her hands, watching the woman closely. Though she didn't speak, she seemed like she was trying to help, and Eden was capable of doing little to stop her now if she meant to hurt her in any way. After a couple moments, she began to relax, letting out a long, slow breath. She didn't mind silence. It was strange, but more and more, worry gave way to relief. She could have been stranded out here alone with no help, and she was lucky not to have been.

In the next moment, her opinion of her luck changed again as the woman touched a sore point. Eden let out a cry, closing her eyes tight. "I didn't see the hill," she said. "I just slipped, and... is it broken?"