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[SHAKING THE DOORS SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE IN HERE. Clawing. Angrily. She's leaving deep grooves in those doors hopefully they disappear by morning?]
[Turning when she feels Urianger come close and she visibly pouts and points at her ears.
Yeah...]
Yeah...]
[Once everyone's been locked in for the night and Nala has finished clawing at the door, Sorawo is just gonna quietly stack some big, heavy tomes right in front of the door before finding someplace to settle down for the night.]
[ oh.
'I want to leave and go back to my room']
'I want to leave and go back to my room']
[Aha, a little trap to see if anyone enters overnight... Urianger doesn't stop her from setting it.
Once she's settled:]
May I ask how thou farest, Sorawo?
[He would not blame her if the answer was some degree of "bad" because boy is he feeling that too.]
Once she's settled:]
May I ask how thou farest, Sorawo?
[He would not blame her if the answer was some degree of "bad" because boy is he feeling that too.]
[Weh
Nala sighs but nods, letting go of the door.
Don't mind the massive amount of damage she has done to it]
Nala sighs but nods, letting go of the door.
Don't mind the massive amount of damage she has done to it]
[Someone is here and unfortunately in mandatory gay baby jail on one of the chairs, considering the state of him. But he has since been properly Healer Lamped and bandaged up and is now stuck staring up at the ceiling with his one good eye.]
And the cycle continues, eh.
And the cycle continues, eh.
[Hanging onto his arm a little. For someone who was very reliant on all her senses it's clear she's Terrified]
[ What if she adds the chairs to the stack. Hehehe]
[Just putting her lamp next to him and lighting it. Thancred can spend the night with more healing.]
[Well he can spot Urianger having to do charades with her at the door, so he foregos the quip, a little bow of his head before he pantomimes something to write with. Thank the Twelve he's ambidextrous.]
[he can have her notepad. She'll kneel down to make it easier. Tilting her head in question.]
[Someone should be in bed, to be completely honest. But after reaching a compromise, Urianger brought Thancred over here to meet with Y'shtola, provided he sit and rest. So the uncomfortable desk chair has been furnished with some blankets and pillows, and a small ottoman found in one of the dusty corners has been moved to let him put his feet up.
Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
So it doth. No rest for the weary, as ever...
Urianger adjusts the blanket atop Thancred before sitting down beside him.]
So it doth. No rest for the weary, as ever...
[It'll take him a second with only one hand to work with, but:
"I will save my jests about the poor door for another time.
Why did you choose this room?"]
"I will save my jests about the poor door for another time.
Why did you choose this room?"]
[ Nala has to consider it for a moment before:
'It was better than the others in the area']
'It was better than the others in the area']
[Urianger...that gets him an impulsive hug. Her tail stops swishing anxiously too]
[A long-suffering sigh, too dramatic to be serious as he shifts his weight to accomodate for the addition.]
And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.
And here I'd meant to use this time to share things of import, not put myself to rest. [Except that was never gonna happen one without the other when he knew both of his fellow Scions would be here. But he craves levity right now. Anything.] I'd be thoroughly embarrassed to go dozing off in front of poor Sorawo for a second time.
[Ah.
He pauses, looking strangely distant.
...
"The doll room neighboring leaves far too much to be desired, doesn't it?"]
He pauses, looking strangely distant.
...
"The doll room neighboring leaves far too much to be desired, doesn't it?"]
[hmmm.
'i hate the smell.'
Adding
'it stinks'.]
'i hate the smell.'
Adding
'it stinks'.]
["Of what?"
"Or would you rather not recall it?"]
"Or would you rather not recall it?"]
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