Gwen's glad to be clean again. Glad she doesn't smell like she's been walking for one million days, sweating and fighting and wearing the same clothes for far too long.
The only problem she has now is she's in a light, off-white dress with purple trim around the wrist cuffs and the hem around her feet.
And god help her if the food isn't the most delicious. It wasn't the salmon they were trying to live off of, and she'd peeked into the kitchen long enough to see they weren't using anything she had an issue with.
So she's happy to eat, happy with the berry juice and just...happy. They'd be going back to the train soon, and she'd see Peter soon.
There's a moment where she rolls her injured shoulder, peeking in the neck of her dress to check bandages, and then she continues on eating and talking with the people around her.
[Departure: ]
Now they were all on the train, or at least part of the way boarded. It was taking some time, and Gwen was feeling impatient from it. She wanted to check on people to make sure they were okay. Did anyone she cared for get hurt? Did anyone she didn't care for get hurt? Either way, she was hoping for a big, fat no.
Stepping forward, she's brushed past my someone impatient to get on the train and, with a faint hiss through her teeth as they bump into her injured arm, she shakes her head and tries to wave their concern off.
"It's fine. I'll be fine in a few hours, I'm sure of it." Never mind that goblin poison apparently really hates her. Toying with the arrowhead she kept around her neck, she sighs as the pain subsides some, waiting again for her turn to get on board.
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Gwen's glad to be clean again. Glad she doesn't smell like she's been walking for one million days, sweating and fighting and wearing the same clothes for far too long.
The only problem she has now is she's in a light, off-white dress with purple trim around the wrist cuffs and the hem around her feet.
And god help her if the food isn't the most delicious. It wasn't the salmon they were trying to live off of, and she'd peeked into the kitchen long enough to see they weren't using anything she had an issue with.
So she's happy to eat, happy with the berry juice and just...happy. They'd be going back to the train soon, and she'd see Peter soon.
There's a moment where she rolls her injured shoulder, peeking in the neck of her dress to check bandages, and then she continues on eating and talking with the people around her.
[Departure: ]
Now they were all on the train, or at least part of the way boarded. It was taking some time, and Gwen was feeling impatient from it. She wanted to check on people to make sure they were okay. Did anyone she cared for get hurt? Did anyone she didn't care for get hurt? Either way, she was hoping for a big, fat no.
Stepping forward, she's brushed past my someone impatient to get on the train and, with a faint hiss through her teeth as they bump into her injured arm, she shakes her head and tries to wave their concern off.
"It's fine. I'll be fine in a few hours, I'm sure of it." Never mind that goblin poison apparently really hates her. Toying with the arrowhead she kept around her neck, she sighs as the pain subsides some, waiting again for her turn to get on board.