[Another step. She swallows back a muted curse. Standing next to a furnace in the middle of the summer hadn't been this stifling, this unpleasant. She makes a belated not in the back of her mind to remember if she wrote her will out to allow herself to be cremated. Not that she could change it, but she feels like she's got a solid idea of the sensation. And doesn't care for it.
She takes a slow, deep breath- almost chokes on it. Grits her teeth and inches closer. If it's gradual, she can bear it. Almost. Another inch. It feels like a mile. The nape of her neck is sodden, now, hair slicked against her skin.]
[action] June 11th
[Another step. She swallows back a muted curse. Standing next to a furnace in the middle of the summer hadn't been this stifling, this unpleasant. She makes a belated not in the back of her mind to remember if she wrote her will out to allow herself to be cremated. Not that she could change it, but she feels like she's got a solid idea of the sensation. And doesn't care for it.
She takes a slow, deep breath- almost chokes on it. Grits her teeth and inches closer. If it's gradual, she can bear it. Almost. Another inch. It feels like a mile. The nape of her neck is sodden, now, hair slicked against her skin.]
Do you need help standing?