"No. Oh, no. No no no. This cannot happen. No. You cannot die."
Ā Ā Ā Ā Rosalind would never have really called herself a death seeker,Ā Ā Ā Ā she didnāt go out of her way to get into dangerous situations. Ā Ā Ā Ā However, she didnāt exactly avoid them either, her current stateĀ Ā Ā Ā being a prime example of such an occurrence of oversight. Ā Ā Ā Ā She could have dodged the blow if she hadnāt been so focusedĀ Ā Ā Ā on fighting another opponent.
Ā Ā Ā Ā HerĀ peripheral awareness needed work, she noted dully.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āBe calm,ā she wheezed at the distraught Antivan cradling her. Ā Ā Ā Ā Worrying about her own wounds coupled with the panicking manĀ Ā Ā Ā above her did nothing to improve the aching gash in her side orĀ Ā Ā Ā the lightness of her headā-How heād gotten her in his lap escapedĀ Ā Ā Ā her, sheād temporarily blacked out from the pain when heād movedĀ Ā Ā Ā her and only just now was she blinking back into consciousness.Ā Ā Ā Ā It was strange looking up at him when she normally spent so muchĀ Ā Ā Ā of her time looking down.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A disapproving cluck escaped her as Zevran mentioned dying. Ā Ā Ā Ā So much she hadnāt finished. Gus would be upset if she died. Ā Ā Ā Ā Belatedly she realized that most of her companions would beĀ Ā Ā Ā too but her mind was rather sluggish at the moment. Thus she Ā Ā Ā Ā excused the oversight. Slowly, her trembling hand reached downĀ Ā Ā Ā to her waist, she fumbled at her belt for one of her potions. HerĀ Ā Ā Ā fingers werenāt quite working the way she wanted them too, some Ā Ā Ā Ā kind of fuzzy disconnect between her brain and limbs.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā āWonāt die yet,ā Rosalind nudged the potion towards his worrying Ā Ā Ā Ā hands, almost positive in her current state sheād have no chance Ā Ā Ā Ā of opening it, or even getting it up to her mouth,Ā "Things to do."