Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25936606-20150318020305/@comment-26220869-20150319222944

She scooted away from Ezra, worried. "N-nice to see you..." she said, stiffly. Not good, very bad. She curled into her ball again, pinching at her ear fins distractedly. Was she shaking? Yes, she was quivering like a child who had lived through more beatings than could be handled. Not today, not today. She looked to Scythe for a moment, quivering. Maybe, he would help her. Or would he think she was overreacting?