Cress: ...Why do you care so much...?
Cress: ...Well you can't make me better. I'm not-I'm not something to be fixed...some things are meant to stay broken.
Cress: ...
She starts to walk away. Despite the dazedness and akwardness that she has presented, there is a definite steel to Cress, a sharpness...
She turns around and tilts her head at Owen, blue eyes wide
Cress: Are you...are you ok...?
She rushes over to him
Cress: W-what...what's wrong with you? I-do I need to take you to a doctors!?
She seems panicked, like she really just has NO CLUE what to do for this situation
(REEEEEEEEE)
