[Yuffie is in the middle of getting up—or trying to—when Krile calls back to her, and she groans and spits the dirt out of her mouth. She can feel a sharp ache already forming in her shoulder from where she must have twisted it funny, either on the bird's back or when she rolled off of it, but she manages. At least she doesn't need her arm to book it away before the bird can catch them.
As she steps up to Krile's side, she pauses to observe the toad—]
Ribbit to you, too.
[—before offering her fist for a fist bump. Please don't leave her hanging...! Fist bump her first and then they can go.]
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As she steps up to Krile's side, she pauses to observe the toad—]
Ribbit to you, too.
[—before offering her fist for a fist bump. Please don't leave her hanging...! Fist bump her first and then they can go.]
Nice job!