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48th Draw [Voice/Action/Flailing? FLAILING.]
[Damn Malnosso.
The snow blew into Selphie's face as she began padding as fast as she could through the forest. She aches everywhere, can't think straight, feels like throwing up and generally wants to crawl into a hole and die. She doesn't know when they took her and she definitely doesn't remember what they did (hooray for sedation) but she knows that it's freezing and she's wearing a new feather dress. It does nothing to block out the cold chilling her skin or making her teeth chatter uncontrollably before she finds something she's only heard about.
A New Feather station.
For the most part, it's out of the wind and she scrambles into it before her frozen fingers begin clawing at the blanket but she couldn't open it fully. Her lips are blue from exposure and all she wants to do is sleep but even Selphie knows that she has to stay awake. She curls in on herself to keep what heat she can inside before she spots a journal on top of a small parcel. She reaches to open the book and presses the button that will let her call for help.
She'd head into town herself but well... frostbite is never a fun thing. Her voice is weak and tired sounding but she tries to put some energy into it. Damn medication. She decides right then and there that she's never getting sick.]
C-can anyone h-hear me? It's Selphie.
The snow blew into Selphie's face as she began padding as fast as she could through the forest. She aches everywhere, can't think straight, feels like throwing up and generally wants to crawl into a hole and die. She doesn't know when they took her and she definitely doesn't remember what they did (hooray for sedation) but she knows that it's freezing and she's wearing a new feather dress. It does nothing to block out the cold chilling her skin or making her teeth chatter uncontrollably before she finds something she's only heard about.
A New Feather station.
For the most part, it's out of the wind and she scrambles into it before her frozen fingers begin clawing at the blanket but she couldn't open it fully. Her lips are blue from exposure and all she wants to do is sleep but even Selphie knows that she has to stay awake. She curls in on herself to keep what heat she can inside before she spots a journal on top of a small parcel. She reaches to open the book and presses the button that will let her call for help.
She'd head into town herself but well... frostbite is never a fun thing. Her voice is weak and tired sounding but she tries to put some energy into it. Damn medication. She decides right then and there that she's never getting sick.]
C-can anyone h-hear me? It's Selphie.
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[And in a few minutes, she's knocking on the door quietly before bringing in a tray with a covered soup bowl.]
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It's open.
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Don't rush yourself, alright? Just do as much as you think you can...and if you need anything, use the journal. I won't be far.
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Seeing as I can't even sit up right now...
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Ah, that's nothing a few pillows to prop you up can't fix. Let me get a few more, and it won't be a problem.
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Alright, let's see how these work for you!
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Let's try 'em out.
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How's that?
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Better!
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If you need anything else, just say so. I'm not so busy that I can't check in on you.
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I will.