feelings? eaten. belly? round

Ophie winched, a flash of pain rips across the side of her chest and she whips her head around to try and examine the damage. She would have to tend to it in time, make sure it didn't get infected and that it healed as clean as possible. But she had no time to do that now, the guide pressed on and she toddled after him. Once again she was presented with choices, all of which didn't seem...too great to her.  She knew her weight and heft better than anyone else, so it seemed feasible to think she could work out what materials would support her weight and what couldn't. It would be slow and she already felt as thought the guide might be getting angry at how much she was dawdling...

"Let me- I'll be back, gonna get some things from the other room!"

Ophie chooses to use her wisdom to build a bridge.