[During Lady Law's outing, more towards the town than anything else, she may come across a peculiar sight indeed. That of a very raggedy looking pink-haired girl - curled up in a tight little ball with her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She's peppered in wounds old and new - the latter still bleeding, yet she pays them no mind - and looks half drowned, if her messy tresses indicate. Her wrists are the worst off, red and raw and mixed with grime and blood alike. It's easy to tell she'd been handcuffed only minutes ago.
Perona barely registers her newfound freedom, and return to the village. She just breathes in and out quickly, savoring the crisp air in her lungs, and the fact that she wasn't in the water, or being held captive and tortured. She sniffs, her eyes brimming with tears, and exhales a shaky breath. All she wants to do is cry, but even that seems like it'll end badly. She's cried and yelled and tried so hard to escape before, and it didn't work, so what good would tears do now?
So, she just shakes, and sits, and breathes in and out - ignoring the world around her.]
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Perona barely registers her newfound freedom, and return to the village. She just breathes in and out quickly, savoring the crisp air in her lungs, and the fact that she wasn't in the water, or being held captive and tortured. She sniffs, her eyes brimming with tears, and exhales a shaky breath. All she wants to do is cry, but even that seems like it'll end badly. She's cried and yelled and tried so hard to escape before, and it didn't work, so what good would tears do now?
So, she just shakes, and sits, and breathes in and out - ignoring the world around her.]