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[ At least there's no intense pain that runs down her legs, or her arms — small mercies. She doesn't dare move, not with the sudden blazing that fills her ears, or the way that her back heats up ( and yet, she's unharmed. She'd roll over to look up, if she was certain that her hair wouldn't catch on fire ).

At least, eventually, the worst of it dies down. It takes her a second longer before the voice actually reaches her ears, and she grits her teeth as she props herself up on her elbows ( sore from the impact, but still workable ). ] I'm alright.

[ More importantly— ] Are you? The blast did not get you anywhere, did it?