[ There's so much going on that she can't keep track of, but with Zara's hand - at least, she thinks it's Zara's hand if Elza's gone running off again - clutching hers, Mary can squeeze that just as tightly in return and let her focus ease off the throbbing in her forehead (the fate of those who smack into walls).
She's sniffling now, trying to sort the voices in the darkness. Zara, who can't hear. Elza, back now, and Nesso who... is hard to see? ]
I-I can hear all of you. But-- [ it's likely a good thing she can't see how pathetic she looks right now, but hey, she's trying. ] I can't see a-anything...
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She's sniffling now, trying to sort the voices in the darkness. Zara, who can't hear. Elza, back now, and Nesso who... is hard to see? ]
I-I can hear all of you. But-- [ it's likely a good thing she can't see how pathetic she looks right now, but hey, she's trying. ] I can't see a-anything...