[ Whatever Gamora had been expecting, it certainly hadn't been Groot. Last she saw him, he'd been -- and that's assuming he was even the same entity at that point -- a... what? A sprout? A remnant, one that Rocket carried around in a pot of dirt, hoping that one day his best friend would come back to him.
But this?
The all too familiar words startle her away from her ongoing looting, jerking her head around to look at him. It isn't common for someone like her to gape at anything, though she does now, just a little. ]
Groot? [ She stands, dropping the latest pack in hand as she rises. ] You're--
[ "You're you", but what a stupid sounding thing to say. Instead, she pauses, frowning and puzzled at his pointing for a second before remembering, ah, right. She reaches up to brush a fingertip against the gash. ]
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But this?
The all too familiar words startle her away from her ongoing looting, jerking her head around to look at him. It isn't common for someone like her to gape at anything, though she does now, just a little. ]
Groot? [ She stands, dropping the latest pack in hand as she rises. ] You're--
[ "You're you", but what a stupid sounding thing to say. Instead, she pauses, frowning and puzzled at his pointing for a second before remembering, ah, right. She reaches up to brush a fingertip against the gash. ]
That? That will heal on its own. It's nothing.