[After Urtz breaks the news to Emille, she hurriedly raises her head out of her hands and looks at them in disbelief. Obviously she can't tell any difference between her hands and everything else in the black-and-white world at the moment, but the panic is still rising over something she cannot control.]
You are serious...? [Not that she doubts Urtz; it's more of a rhetorical "why me?" statement.] That may explain this woozy feeling...
[She foggily watches Urtz as she does something with a drink and things she pulled out of her purse. Upon being handed the container, Emille gulps it down quickly, then rests her head in her hands again. It takes a few minutes, but color begins to return to Emille's body, slowly and surely. She is unaware of this change, as she's continuing to nurse her head.]
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You are serious...? [Not that she doubts Urtz; it's more of a rhetorical "why me?" statement.] That may explain this woozy feeling...
[She foggily watches Urtz as she does something with a drink and things she pulled out of her purse. Upon being handed the container, Emille gulps it down quickly, then rests her head in her hands again. It takes a few minutes, but color begins to return to Emille's body, slowly and surely. She is unaware of this change, as she's continuing to nurse her head.]