The little girl sighed, resigning herself to this information. It was enough that she could get away from most things, wasn't it? Why was she trying so hard?

Oh, right, because she was trying to be a good Chosen, too. And even though Sherry didn't know why it was she was picked, she at least wanted to be useful.

Sherry stood up, making a face as she irritated her skin and caught the rest of her breath. Her lungs kind of hurt, but in a good way. If... lungs hurting could be inferred as "good", anyway. "Well, I'm ready!"