[the grip on her arm is sudden and unexpected -- she doesn't flinch at it, but she thinks she might have a fingertip-wide bruise or two later. without her powers, without her healing. bruises are something carol has long since grown unused to.
she turns to steady him, ruining her own sinking again in the process, catching him under the elbow with the arm not presently being clung to.
normally she'd have let him fall, splat facefirst into the water to sputter and swear, and she'd laugh, because falling over in the water and looking like an idiot is a part of the experience.
now, though, she feels compelled to stop him. all those bandages, she's worried about whatever the hell's happened to his hands and his eye (especially his eye), what getting sand and grime and salt-water in those wounds is going to do to them.]
Whoa, kid, relax, that's kind of the point. Didn't I tell you? Quicksand.
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[the grip on her arm is sudden and unexpected -- she doesn't flinch at it, but she thinks she might have a fingertip-wide bruise or two later. without her powers, without her healing. bruises are something carol has long since grown unused to.
she turns to steady him, ruining her own sinking again in the process, catching him under the elbow with the arm not presently being clung to.
normally she'd have let him fall, splat facefirst into the water to sputter and swear, and she'd laugh, because falling over in the water and looking like an idiot is a part of the experience.
now, though, she feels compelled to stop him. all those bandages, she's worried about whatever the hell's happened to his hands and his eye (especially his eye), what getting sand and grime and salt-water in those wounds is going to do to them.]
Whoa, kid, relax, that's kind of the point. Didn't I tell you? Quicksand.