If she ever met that Negaverse general again, she was going to kick him in the nads so hard they were going to pop out of his mouth.
But her fathers second hand man, in a very confusing display of skill, had handled the incident with care, patched her up, covered it all up, and so far, her father knew nothing, and she seemed to be healing faster then he expected...
So she was taking it easy, a stroll through a park that she had found out was relatively clear, in a smaller residential area. She eventually got tired of strolling, and just kind of flopped gracelessly on a park bench, the event causing a small poof of sparkles to fly off of her like she had just landed in a file of sparkling flour.
She immediately regretted the decision though, as it tugged on the wound across her waist. She wondered how bad she had really been hurt and how much of her discomfort was from the fact that she had never really been truly hurt before in her life. Sure there were a few incidences, and that nonsense with the dopplegangers, but she had never truly been hurt. And he had tried to gut her.
So she settled back down on the bench, tilted her head back, and took a deep breath of cool summer night air.
Syrie