i regret to inform you that she looks significantly more worse-off now that the black, tarlike substance is gone, because instead of looking like someone just dumped black goo on her, it is now possible to see the full extent of her injuries. she's pretty heavily bandaged all over, and most of the parts of her that are not bandaged are mottled with bruises.]
...yes.
[she coughs.
hot pants may catch a flash of sky, pewter, and lilac colored petals before she covers her mouth.]
[she can't keep the concern off her face when hot pants starts coughing, and she shifts a little to try and put a hand on her arm. which, uh. the motion does make her wince a little, but there are more important things.]
I've hurt people before, Miss Hot Pants. Just much more subtly. I suppose that part of me isn't hidden from the prism.
[Hot Pants...stares for a long, long moment. She's always used to being there for support. To pull people out of danger - god knows how many times she's done that even at home. She's used to it. But here, now, hearing that...she's walked away from times previously without even needing a word of thanks, because it was all just part of the job.]
[But here, now, hearing that...her eyes water, slightly, reaching out to lightly touch her on the shoulder, as gentle as possible.]
It's true. It's always true. [She believes that, wholeheartedly.] I'm...I'm glad I could save you.
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WEEK 6 THURSDAY
Hey. You feeling better?
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i regret to inform you that she looks significantly more worse-off now that the black, tarlike substance is gone, because instead of looking like someone just dumped black goo on her, it is now possible to see the full extent of her injuries. she's pretty heavily bandaged all over, and most of the parts of her that are not bandaged are mottled with bruises.]
...yes.
[she coughs.
hot pants may catch a flash of sky, pewter, and lilac colored petals before she covers her mouth.]
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You look rough. What happened...?
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[she looks down at her hands]
I don't know where to start.
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[She reaches out a hand to her.]
I heard you were in a war. Aymeric and Estinien's war.
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I think so, yes. I... saw both of them there.
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...Did you encounter a dragon?
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Yes...
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[her brow furrows]
...maybe?
[...]
Not directly...
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[She frowns.]
Were any of you possessed?
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[she nods]
I was. ...I hurt them very badly, Miss Hot Pants. Both of them.
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[Oh, she's heartsick now, bending over with a coughing fit, crimson and azure petals, now.]
Why you, of all people? You're not like that!
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[she can't keep the concern off her face when hot pants starts coughing, and she shifts a little to try and put a hand on her arm. which, uh. the motion does make her wince a little, but there are more important things.]
I've hurt people before, Miss Hot Pants. Just much more subtly. I suppose that part of me isn't hidden from the prism.
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[She's lifting her head, her gaze steely.]
It doesn't.
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...when I was in there... at the end... I heard your voice.
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[A bit taken aback, and her voice becomes quiet.]
And what did I say?
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[...]
But you said... what you said to me the other week. "You're a shining star. Wherever you go, you'll shine bright. I'll be behind you all the way."
...so, I knew I had to come back.
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[Hot Pants...stares for a long, long moment. She's always used to being there for support. To pull people out of danger - god knows how many times she's done that even at home. She's used to it. But here, now, hearing that...she's walked away from times previously without even needing a word of thanks, because it was all just part of the job.]
[But here, now, hearing that...her eyes water, slightly, reaching out to lightly touch her on the shoulder, as gentle as possible.]
It's true. It's always true. [She believes that, wholeheartedly.] I'm...I'm glad I could save you.
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...I'm glad you could, too. I didn't want to give up, but...
[it was getting difficult, to keep arguing why she had to return. her memories of hot pants and the others here had kept her grounded.]
...thank you. For being someone I can rely on.
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[As long as they're here...she will hold to that.]
[Eternal devotion, after all.]
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so, one more week's worth of devotion]
I appreciate you, Miss Hot Pants.
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...I should say that to you. And I will. I appreciate you, too.
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...thank you.