[ handholding..... 2! she looks a bit surprised by medb's touch, like it's snapped her out of a trance, but after a moment she nods. ]
Yes, I can answer whatever you like. I'm sure it raises alarming possibilities for everyone... we were all vanished away to an unknown place, without warning. I do not know that it was here—none of us recognized it.
[ She hopes the touch grounds Vira in a way. It sounds like she's from a world that's in the sky from what little has been gleaned, but Med would prefer if Vira were here in front of her in all ways, at least for this time. ]
It wouldn't surprise me if there were many other floors to this place, but if you were teleported, it sounds like something else entirely.
[ she settles, looking as though she might apologize politely, if maybe not sincerely. but eventually, she answers. ]
I'm just wearied, I'm afraid. [ it could sound like a dismissal, but she doesn't mean it as such. ] Like a rag that only holds so much water, I can only have so much wrung out of me in a day.
[ it's been draining more than physically, and it leaves her without much left to cry or get angry about, no matter how horrifying what they've been through might have been. ]
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[ They were brought here to indulge for a wish. Murder, though many expected it, happened. To be transported somewhere only to come back with gore....
That wasn't quite as expected. She reaches to take Vira's hand. ]
Won't you tell me what occurred? Or if you don't want to recount too many of the details, tell me the results.
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Yes, I can answer whatever you like. I'm sure it raises alarming possibilities for everyone... we were all vanished away to an unknown place, without warning. I do not know that it was here—none of us recognized it.
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It wouldn't surprise me if there were many other floors to this place, but if you were teleported, it sounds like something else entirely.
What's making you try to be so faraway, Vira?
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I'm just wearied, I'm afraid. [ it could sound like a dismissal, but she doesn't mean it as such. ] Like a rag that only holds so much water, I can only have so much wrung out of me in a day.
[ it's been draining more than physically, and it leaves her without much left to cry or get angry about, no matter how horrifying what they've been through might have been. ]
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Should we try to find a way to put back a little of what was wrung out?