[ U’rajul lifts himself up onto his knees and moves to stand, but pauses as Rejeh’li reaches for him. Still straddling one of his thighs, he looks down at Rejeh’li, head tilted slightly, wondering what he’s up to. ]
Is something wrong? [ He’s nowhere near as bruised as he was weeks ago. Most have faded away to nothing, but there are still traces of the beating he took on his hips and legs as well as his back. It’s clear that someone had tried to hold him down. ]
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Is something wrong? [ He’s nowhere near as bruised as he was weeks ago. Most have faded away to nothing, but there are still traces of the beating he took on his hips and legs as well as his back. It’s clear that someone had tried to hold him down. ]