[ Portaling over to her when the change happens means he totally gets to see the still-bleeding bullet graze on her upper bicep! Oops! There's a weird … fog? in the air, like a small, extremely localised cloud, though it's starting to dissipate now. ]
Dad! [ She toddles a step toward him and almost trips over her own way too big clothing. ] Oops! [ CATCHES HERSELF, no thanks to her goofy li'l chicken wings ]
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Dad! [ She toddles a step toward him and almost trips over her own way too big clothing. ] Oops! [ CATCHES HERSELF, no thanks to her goofy li'l chicken wings ]
— um, hi. I'm okay!
[ She is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
so small ]