[ Despite the chill in the air, there's sweat at Tessa's brow, making her hair stick to her face in little whorls. Her breathing is just slightly labored, deliberate, like she ran here (which she didn't) and hasn't quite recuperated from the effort, and some of the color has drained from her usually warm brown skin. For all intents and purposes, she looks like she's caught a nasty cold or a flu, or more accurately, she looks like any number of the sick townsfolk at the clinic exhibiting the early stages of whatever has been ravaging the populace.
She sighs and shakes her head as Vanadi's light touch finds her arms. ]
Awful, so like...only a little better than I look. I felt fine earlier...
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She sighs and shakes her head as Vanadi's light touch finds her arms. ]
Awful, so like...only a little better than I look. I felt fine earlier...