[ her lips twitch into something cordial, distant. she nods. ]
Yes. My vitals are good, levels are... levelled.
[ she pauses distractedly, obvious her mind is not entirely on the conversation at hand. she feels strangely small, standing there in front of him, in a room that had gotten used to the shape of them for the past three days. she can't quite put a name on the feeling that's churning inside her, like something has slotted out of place, askew. but her edges feel raw, making her jaw clench, her shoulders tense. how she wishes she had one of her large comfy sweaters to disappear in right now.
she gives the pillow one last fluff before moving towards the doorway, but pausing just a foot away from it after finding he's still situated right there within it. it would probably be good to tell him about the wound, how it's healing; he'd be concerned about it, she's sure, and she knows he's just as skeptical about magical healing as much as she is. but when she opens her mouth to speak again, all that comes tumbling out is— ]
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Yes. My vitals are good, levels are... levelled.
[ she pauses distractedly, obvious her mind is not entirely on the conversation at hand. she feels strangely small, standing there in front of him, in a room that had gotten used to the shape of them for the past three days. she can't quite put a name on the feeling that's churning inside her, like something has slotted out of place, askew. but her edges feel raw, making her jaw clench, her shoulders tense. how she wishes she had one of her large comfy sweaters to disappear in right now.
she gives the pillow one last fluff before moving towards the doorway, but pausing just a foot away from it after finding he's still situated right there within it. it would probably be good to tell him about the wound, how it's healing; he'd be concerned about it, she's sure, and she knows he's just as skeptical about magical healing as much as she is. but when she opens her mouth to speak again, all that comes tumbling out is— ]
How's Clara?