"Rosie, you do not need to apologize for being in horrific pain and getting caught off-guard by it," Angeal tells her, grimacing as he leans over to take in the condition of her back. Shit. That's a lot to deal with. And that liquid...

"Alright. I think you're leaking a new part of yourself - maybe like how I breathe fire, but yours is more liquid. And bright green." And all over her, fuck.

"Does it hurt when you lay on your stomach?"