Thank you! ;D
Sorry for the crappy post; I'm tired. D:
Anatola nodded swiftly, eager to do anything that would get her wounds cleaned and properly fixed. She swallowed slightly, hoping to head back to the wolf's cottage soon. A nice, warm fire and some beef jerky sounded good to her, followed by a rest. She hadn't slept in days and it was showing; her eyes were drooping and her bones were aching and stiff.
Her raspy, strained voice broke the silence and she spoke up. "Y-yes, I can travel. For a little bit at least. I can try, though," Anatola said quietly, followed by a cough. She hated feeling so weak and dependant on everyone. She felt so defeated, almost like she was better off dead. Normally, Anatola was social, outgoing and sweet, but now she was a total train wreck. She wondered if her old personality would ever come back.
"Oh, oh. I'm A-Anatola. Who're you?" Anatola replied, a hint of humor deep in her voice. Her agony and nervousness almost washed it away, but deep underneath all of her feelings, the old Anatola was there.
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