[ She tastes his worry, even if it's no more defined than that, hard not to when - there was a thick of emotions that compounded in the link, a loop of grief that feels global, endless between them all. ]

We did. The injuries were all minor. Even so, the symbiote heals us very quickly. [ She wets her lips, unsure if it's welcome to broach it - she had taken to the link easily and happily. Her mind was her domain where her body seldom was. ] It does fade, with time. The... hurt. [ it's too small a world, for the agony that comes from loss. She will never forget losing Parker, she will never be whole again, she knows now. The hand that has been cut off but - like any serious injury, it was possible to continue. ] It's hard to imagine when it happens, but it does.