( Hopefully 'well in hand' doesn't mean anything alarming. When does anything alarming ever happen to Red? Never, no. Not at all. This is fine! (This is not fine.)
She's holding her breath without thinking about it, and when the tree shifts and lifts, it hurts to finally get the full use of her lungs again, breath rasping as she makes her bruises limps push so she can better roll onto her front and move. For a moment she's on her knees in the snow, one red-gloved hand cradling the other, before she looks up to her rescuer and stands, the red brocade of her cloak still dusted with snow.
Her words are still just a little breathless. ) Thank you. And sorry for doubting you.
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( Hopefully 'well in hand' doesn't mean anything alarming. When does anything alarming ever happen to Red? Never, no. Not at all. This is fine! (This is not fine.)
She's holding her breath without thinking about it, and when the tree shifts and lifts, it hurts to finally get the full use of her lungs again, breath rasping as she makes her bruises limps push so she can better roll onto her front and move. For a moment she's on her knees in the snow, one red-gloved hand cradling the other, before she looks up to her rescuer and stands, the red brocade of her cloak still dusted with snow.
Her words are still just a little breathless. ) Thank you. And sorry for doubting you.