[She made that startled sounding squeak again ("nyu!") when picked up, but she didn't wiggle or struggle away. Her torso folding up like that made her shudder in pain, but she'd live.
Even so, she still voiced a little protest. Not everything had turned all squishy! Just. Most of it. Even her mana felt less immediately obtrusive; a gently warm gossamer presence, rather than an uncomfortably searing heat.]
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Even so, she still voiced a little protest. Not everything had turned all squishy! Just. Most of it. Even her mana felt less immediately obtrusive; a gently warm gossamer presence, rather than an uncomfortably searing heat.]
I remember my name.
[She shifts in place a little, wheezing.]
Everyone calls me Nyu. It's less...confusing.