show them the joy and the pain and the ending
It's bad enough that she had to be clumsy enough to run into the damned boulder, but of course she would have a witness too. The frown tugging at her lips deepens into a scowl as she considers her rather unexpected companion, though it has little to do with him. Apparently, she is simply destined to be irritable today.
That it might have been painful hardly even registers until he mentions it. The scowl deepens as she considers the faint throbbing of her fetlock. Something she could easily have ignored until her attention is drawn to it. For a moment, a small, irritable part of her is tempted to snap at him. To admonish him for being so familiar with her as to call her 'my dear '. Another much more sensible part of her recognizes just how childish even the thought is.
Instead she sighs, the soft sound filled with the disgruntlement she is so obviously feeling. "I am quite well. I have suffered worse, I assure you."
Given her companion's friendliness, her behavior is perhaps unbearably rude. Unfortunately, she is not much inclined to care at the moment. Her good will has been quite thoroughly exhausted. Even so, she cannot seem to bring herself to be entirely a heathen. She might not be very companionable, but she could at least attempt to be sociable. Years of practice in diplomacy at work (though I would hate to see her without all that practice).
"Heartfire." She offers her name with a faint grimace before her blue gaze fixes upon Dahmer. Consideration replaces the deep scowl previously etched into her features. "Do you often nap in the middle of such busy locations?" she asks skeptically. "Seems a bit... rIsky."
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts