[She'd silently laugh and try and joke that he would have to get there first, but that would require much less focus on everything hurting. Transformation sucks, and involuntary transformation even more so. There's no sparkly lights or sprays of water other than the tide around them, but eventually there's a woman with legs clad in soaked jeans ready to collapse back down into the surf because pain on that level is exhausting, no matter her neuroses about water.]
Fuck.
[It's quiet and croaky, but it's an actual word that she actually said, so hey.]
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Fuck.
[It's quiet and croaky, but it's an actual word that she actually said, so hey.]