selphie_t | 32nd Draw = Open for company! [Open Action/Voice]

[It's sometime on Saturday when Selphie feels a lot better than she did the day before. A lot of healing magic and several hours of uninterrupted sleep can work wonders for a battered body. She's still a bit under the influence of Malnosso medications but once those get metabolised, she'll be right as rain! For now, she blinks a couple times, hoping that she can see today.

No such luck. Damn Malnosso. Why'd they have to take her sight away? Selphie's an independent gal and she doesn't like this notion of having to rely on others right now. A certain someone already treated her like a China Doll when she got that cold but now he'll have even more incentive to do so. There's no chance in hell that Selphie's staying in bed for another week straight. Instead, she wants to get a feel for her surroundings.

She'll gingerly push herself up in her bed and feel around for hands or heads or anything really. Is there someone there? Are you coming to visit Selphie while she's stuck in bed? She might be a bit grumbly later so the clinic staff will probably tell her to rest a bit. Perhaps she'll be waking up from a nap when you see her? She's still healing up though and could go with some good cheer. Being blind is upsetting her more than she's hopefully letting show. She is however refusing to say that this place kinda sucks at the moment.

Come say hi! She needs catching up and a good hefty dose of distraction!

Eventually though, she feels her journal (she'd glued a large flower to it) and opens it up. Feeling for the buttons, Selphie eventually finds the one to make a voice post.]

Uh... hey guys. What's up?

[And Frey happens to be there just as Selphie is struggling to get up and feel around.]

Hey. You doing any better?

Selphie!

I'm going to take a break from the Welcome Center soon. Is there anything you'd like me to bring you?

[Someone needs an update.]

Um...not much. But I haven't heard from you in a bit. Are you okay?

[Being the derp that he is, Cecil replies to the post in writing at first, because books are meant to be written in regardless of what Luceti's residents seem to think.]

Selphie, you've returned! Are you well? If you require medical aid, Ceodore's a skilled healer. I'm sure he'll have you back on your feet in no time.
Shall I expect you for dinner?

[When she doesn't answer, Cecil repeats it aloud. Is the poor girl illiterate? What a shame! But it is to be expected or those more uncivilized cultures. Since she seems to be a warrior of sorts, it's really only natural that her schooling would be in question.]

[Have a worried Irvine voice to say hello. Sort of.] Selphie! You alright?

[Ceodore stands quietly in the doorway and raps on the wood with a knuckle.]

Hey. Can I come in?

[You'll be having a visitor coming in likely after one of your naps, Selphie, in one China. He pokes his head around doors and frowns into rooms before finding hers.]

Ah--Selphie, aru!

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[Written/Voice] In which Cecil really needs to touch base with Ceodore more.