Daine lifts her shoulders in a world-weary shrug; being disappointed would mean she'd expected better from folk, and she's not so sure about that. Between the bandits that razed her home and Ozorne's underhanded tactics, she's seen plenty of the worst two-leggers have to offer. The only part of the Purge that truly shocks her is the government trying to pretend it was a good thing.
She follows Thomas to the back, then steps forward to support the other side of the piece. It doesn't look especially heavy, but his head isn't really in it, and she doesn't want him to add 'dropping an expensive bit of woodwork' to the list of things that've gone wrong.
"Was anyone?" she asks in turn with a wry twist of her lips. "I was well enough. I had a bow, and my magic. Spent most of the night making sure no one troubled the farmhouse." She hadn't spent the whole night there, of course, and she has the mild injuries to prove it. It's cool enough that all her bruises are hid beneath her clothing, and her hair does a good job of hiding the scrape across her forehead, but the latter is still there to be seen, provided folk do more than give her a cursory glance.
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She follows Thomas to the back, then steps forward to support the other side of the piece. It doesn't look especially heavy, but his head isn't really in it, and she doesn't want him to add 'dropping an expensive bit of woodwork' to the list of things that've gone wrong.
"Was anyone?" she asks in turn with a wry twist of her lips. "I was well enough. I had a bow, and my magic. Spent most of the night making sure no one troubled the farmhouse." She hadn't spent the whole night there, of course, and she has the mild injuries to prove it. It's cool enough that all her bruises are hid beneath her clothing, and her hair does a good job of hiding the scrape across her forehead, but the latter is still there to be seen, provided folk do more than give her a cursory glance.