week three, friday night

[jettisons]

[Bellamy is on the beach as he almost always is, for once not really approaching anyone. He seems to be keeping an eye from a distance, and he looks exhausted. At least his gaping eye wound is covered.

When he spots Prussia, though, he seems to reconsider his decision to play loner for the moment. He hasn't had the chance to talk to her since their poorly thought out exploration attempt, and he can't help but worry a little.]

You alright?

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[eisenundblut]

Course I am.

[She's still covered in bandages from the deep gashes she'd suffered during her own Wednesday mishap, but they don't seem to be bothering her much beyond the occasional grimace. After that grisly business earlier, she's hung her jacket up to dry in favor of her overlarge t-shirt she'd arrived in.]

Hurts like a bitch, but I'll be alright. You?

[She's assuming they're talking about their respective injuries, because, well... can anyone really be alright after that display earlier...?]

[jettisons]

I've still got one eye left. That's good enough.

[So, flippant deflecting? That's nice, Bellamy.]

You think they're going to make us convict two people tomorrow?