"Yeah," Lucy grinds out, though it takes her a long second to actually be able to sit up. Once she manages it, her shoulders are slumped, but she rakes her hair back from her face -- the touch of it against her overheated skin suddenly feels unbearable.

She'd been running an internal clock, so she knows she hasn't done any permanent damage. It had been a risk, but it had paid off. Still, she won't be able to do this again for at least a week, not unless she uses the proper tools.

She blinks, blurred vision focusing on Musashi. As best she can, she looks her over for any injuries, and thankfully finds nothing. Musashi had been in her element out there, every inch the swordswoman she'd claimed to be. Maybe everything she's said about herself really is true.

"Got any water on you?" Lucy hadn't thought to bring any herself, which was a stupid mistake in hindsight.