Jack moves into the room, getting a good look at the image before him. “… What happened?”
Slenda presses herself further into the floor, if at all possible. She’s reluctant to tell him..
((“She wouldn’t tell me.” the human began, hands clutched to…
She grit her teeth. A sharp whine escaped her as the movement jostled her injured arm. Slenda protests loudly in french, beating lightly against his chest with her good arm. She had no energy left to fight..
“Mm…the monsters might get me.“ She laughs at the irony of the statement and tilts her head off to one side....
Jack pats her hand, giving his own small smile. “You really think I would be stupid enough to leave you alone? Never…”