[She sighs, and that leads to coughing. She pulls away from him in time to cover her mouth. And when she pulls her hand away it's tinged red, with blood.]
[She quickly wipes her hand on her tattered clothes before he can see it. She goes rigid as a wave of dizzy passes over her. Once it's gone, she straightens up as much as she can.]
You have to accept it. We're not supposed to be her anyway. Maybe this means were going home.
[She only has the slightest glimmer of hope about that last suggestion. She says it mostly for him.]
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[She quickly wipes her hand on her tattered clothes before he can see it. She goes rigid as a wave of dizzy passes over her. Once it's gone, she straightens up as much as she can.]
You have to accept it. We're not supposed to be her anyway. Maybe this means were going home.
[She only has the slightest glimmer of hope about that last suggestion. She says it mostly for him.]