She clicked her mouth shut. Then open. Then shut again, like her brain needed a reboot.
"This…" she whispered, staring blankly at the moonlit canopy above, "is straight-up insane…"
Then, with a huff of disbelief, she rolled her head to the side. "So they weren't hostile at all? They didn't try asking, finding out where I came out from… nothing? They were just—" she waved one hand weakly, "—that freaking chill?"
Her gaze slid to the bandage on her arm, the wrapping neat and secure, clearly done with practiced hands. She ran her fingers along the edge slowly.
"Wow… these Beastmen are really kind. Like—ridiculously kind. Kinder than the coworkers I've been stuck with for years. Damn."
Nessa puffed up with smug satisfaction.
'Yes, host! Exactly! You're barely feeling any pain, right? That tells you everything you need to know.'
