[She smartly doesn't move, but she rubs at her wrist, staring at Vi strangely.
There's no shadows here. No more chances that this isn't real. The pain throbbing in her wrist is proof enough.
Jinx looks rough. She's still dripping wet, hair matted down, old paint smears spreading and darkened in color.] I'm-- I'm okay. [Not spoken is how she obviously wouldn't have been if Vi hadn't shown up.] You... [She trails off, lost for words.]
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There's no shadows here. No more chances that this isn't real. The pain throbbing in her wrist is proof enough.
Jinx looks rough. She's still dripping wet, hair matted down, old paint smears spreading and darkened in color.] I'm-- I'm okay. [Not spoken is how she obviously wouldn't have been if Vi hadn't shown up.] You... [She trails off, lost for words.]