[Alright. Fine. Aubrey’s hand drops, finally, though it’s with less enthusiasm than she’d normally muster. Her grip feels really cold, now.]

[She glares at him, somewhat, but obeys anyway. Like hell if he’s gonna catch her whining about something simple as that. But again, Aubrey tries too much too fast, and although she does haul herself up it sends another bolt through her abdomen, and on instinct she grabs at it. Which also hurts, so she lets go of that, too, and it’s…]

[Well. It’s embarrassing.]

[Her gaze travels down to nothing in particular, resting on the medicine bag as she tries to catch her breath again.] What… was that…?

[There’s a lot of things that could be about.]