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She nodded her head, a little bit frightened to take something that acted so quickly. She had never had to take medicine before, and couldn't say she was looking extraordinarily forward to having to now, but she did. She swallowed the liquid back, wondering if it had been designed specifically for her as the warmth took the place of gnawing hunger in her stomach, but knowing that couldn't be true. She felt better already with that in her stomach, and while the feeling of needing to hurl the nasty tasting liquid back up emerged, she managed to ignore it by simply concentrating not on the taste, but the feeling.
Thank you, she murmured quietly, before she fell silent once more. Even her eyes betrayed no thought, because she wasn't thinking. She was absorbing what Corona said, the question asked of her, but her mind was completely blank. And then her eyes flooded with a kind of dulled pain; did anything stand out? She couldn't pick out a particular place on her body that hurt more than any of the others, except maybe her once swollen eye, which had gone down but still was quite tender. After a moment's consideration, she couldn't come up with anything that needed immediate attention.
Just bruises... They aren't... Bad. Not really. In terms of "bad", if Talitha had been doubled over in pain or curled in on herself to defend from her own motion, they could be considered bad. But she could move freely with only a small gritting of her teeth in the case of her legs, which were the most sore and probably most bruised of anywhere, so it didn't warrant immediate attention. If it got worse, it would probably be more important.