@eladead said: let me carry you to safety.
"Man, fuck you!"
She sounds as indignant as can be. Furious, even. There is an outrage that accompanies the fact that Lestat would be willing to consider Aria so debasing herself as to be carried by a grown-ass man.
There is also the agony of regenerative healing, which Aria knows intimately well. She's gotten herself in enough trouble over the years—inflicted it upon herself, even. She knows her limits. She knows the sting. She savors it, in fact.
And then, she's laughing. Her broken legs are intact once more, and she is standing, and she is laughing like crazy.
"I don't need to be carried anywhere, Von Count. Do I look like a baby to you?" She's literally five-ten!















