[Well, hell. This was pretty much the opposite of what she wanted. Ryn tugs her shirt back up, resisting the urge to experimentally roll her shoulder. It'll probably just make her wince.
She doesn't understand the question, but she can pick up the worry just fine. Ryn nods, giving him another smile - fuck, she's smiling way too much here, for not being drunk.]
I'm fine. If you still need help, the infirmary's that way.
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She doesn't understand the question, but she can pick up the worry just fine. Ryn nods, giving him another smile - fuck, she's smiling way too much here, for not being drunk.]
I'm fine. If you still need help, the infirmary's that way.
[She points again, then repeats:]
Help. Help, that way.