Let it be known that she was relieved to see someone up and moving around and alive, but she'd never been the 'hugging and crying' type. Stranded on 'Lord of the Fucking Flies' Island wasn't gonna change that, no way.
With her jacket tied half-assedly around her waist, blood stained shirt and face, and her hair reacting somewhat biblically to the combination of salt water and humidity, she did not look her best.
But, fuck it, who did right now? Certainly not him either - the kid looked like he was about to puke. Or pass out, or maybe both. Though to be fair, from what she knew about him, that wasn't too out of the ordinary anyway.
Hurrying to catch up to Llewellyn, Magda gestured at him, before her hands went to her hair to try and get it under some vague semblance of control.
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Date: 2021-01-19 12:42 am (UTC)Let it be known that she was relieved to see someone up and moving around and alive, but she'd never been the 'hugging and crying' type. Stranded on 'Lord of the Fucking Flies' Island wasn't gonna change that, no way.
With her jacket tied half-assedly around her waist, blood stained shirt and face, and her hair reacting somewhat biblically to the combination of salt water and humidity, she did not look her best.
But, fuck it, who did right now? Certainly not him either - the kid looked like he was about to puke. Or pass out, or maybe both. Though to be fair, from what she knew about him, that wasn't too out of the ordinary anyway.
Hurrying to catch up to Llewellyn, Magda gestured at him, before her hands went to her hair to try and get it under some vague semblance of control.
"You good?"