gypsy band / o, injured joiner

    Eight blinked, tilting her head. She had followed the others back since her passenger was taken away from her. She was smaller, so she could understand the concern but... Boy did she feel useless. How powerful were the creatures of this world that she came across, anyways? Sure she was no shrimp either but she has been training for months (weeks? Years?) to be in the condition she currently was in.

  Eight turned to Corrin, giving her a small, sad smile before turning and walking away. She made it to the doctor. She wasn't needed anymore. Eight knew when to let something go if it wasn't your path.

"SPEECH"

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