Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150904221852

Nys sat up rather abruptly and looked down at her bloody wrists. She then looked to Emma. "I suppose thanks is in order, isn't it?" the witch asked, standing up on shaking legs and heading over to Angeline. The patchwork girl was fumbling around in her pockets for a needle and thread, as well as attempting to gather all of her cotton. Silly little girl, Nys thought, and helped with the stuffing.

((Welp, guess Scythe will die if he doesn't become active soon.))