which, truthfully, wasn't fully true

They exchanged wary glances, silent. And still, Pearl could hear their fears.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t regenerated on her toes, perched like the dancer she used to be, the expert swordsgem she was now. No, she’d regenerated on her hands and knees, crippled. Weak.

They were thinking that Pearl hadn’t taken her time like always. Based on the discarded board game on the coffee table, the darkness outside, the howling of a blizzard, they’d just managed to gather their bearings before she regenerated.

They were thinking what Pearl was thinking: that something had gone very, very wrong. And none of them knew what.

— The Restabilizer, chapter 3 by @wicked-42

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