@fearedexistence
   Well, this was something.Â
   She’d gotten into this weird situation just because she wanted to help the cute little creature (who she’d eventually accepted wasn’t a pokemon) find the “other half” it was trying so hard to get to. And when she finally did, she’d woken up in this crippled body, leaning on the crutch rather awkwardly (as she had no idea how to properly use it), and staring down at herself (kinda.)
   “...So... um...”
   Fantastic conversationalist, wasn’t she? It was hard to find the words she was trying to grasp at, as if her thoughts were scattered and clouded in some way, so that combined with the fact she had no clue how to react to this.
   “You’re... me? Um. Kind of? ...What happened..?”
