[ Tessla flinches as she hears about a place with humans. ] N-no humans! [ She gasps, her new eyes welling with tears. She's so, so scared of them, and even if a plant told them what to do... it's was still scary. A city of independents, though? That was... well. It's a lot for her to think about and she has no idea what she even wants beyond being whole. Instead the little girl pays attention to the lesson Knives gives as much as any little girl can, the brilliance of an independent plant meeting beyond sheltered knowledge and confusion.
Tessla tries to reach out inside and follow what her brother meant with that spot in her head, but it's terrifying to imagine all that pain back again, when she's been saved from it for less than a few hours. What if it will hurt just as much? What if it will always hurt? Yet another thing to feed her anxiety in the middle of all of this, despite the soft soothing from Vash.
Then finally, last stretch of her healing is nearly complete; a whole little girl, if a little bit peculiar. There are more fingers and toes that what is considered normal, because she couldn't really remember how many you're supposed to have, but they're all functional. Wings are still there, but she can pull them together to be out of way way, and her legs even briefly wiggle happily as she's slowly helped to sit up by a sister's wing.
The cocoon stays around her like a soft blanket, shrinking down even more to the point where it's more the size of a bed. It's no longer attached to her, however, and as the last of her delicate skin knit back together she briefly glows white and it all disappears, leaving just a feathery girl in the sand. A little seraph. ]
Wh-where did they go? [ Tessla's blue eyes look around a bit, and then curls her own wings around herself. ] I can still feel them...?
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Tessla tries to reach out inside and follow what her brother meant with that spot in her head, but it's terrifying to imagine all that pain back again, when she's been saved from it for less than a few hours. What if it will hurt just as much? What if it will always hurt? Yet another thing to feed her anxiety in the middle of all of this, despite the soft soothing from Vash.
Then finally, last stretch of her healing is nearly complete; a whole little girl, if a little bit peculiar. There are more fingers and toes that what is considered normal, because she couldn't really remember how many you're supposed to have, but they're all functional. Wings are still there, but she can pull them together to be out of way way, and her legs even briefly wiggle happily as she's slowly helped to sit up by a sister's wing.
The cocoon stays around her like a soft blanket, shrinking down even more to the point where it's more the size of a bed. It's no longer attached to her, however, and as the last of her delicate skin knit back together she briefly glows white and it all disappears, leaving just a feathery girl in the sand. A little seraph. ]
Wh-where did they go? [ Tessla's blue eyes look around a bit, and then curls her own wings around herself. ] I can still feel them...?