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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:41 pm
Calder hadn't had the kindness to offer Amrita a smile, though her only useful hand in his had someone given him a molecule of security, and he squeezed her hand, nearly crushing it as he walked alongside her. A steady clip-clop to her backwards footfalls as they made their way to the undead dorms. Since leaving, he felt different than just a normal student, and he hoped no one would leave their dorms to assault them to find out what had happened. Recounting everything just this second was beyond him, and he wanted to just get to Amrita's room only because she was in his hand, and he wanted to put her where she most wanted to go - or so he was assuming.
It was nice to have such a basic task, and he walked beside her, brow creased and eyes down as he walked, a few vines under his skin squirming as if they too were uneasy.
She made no indication she wanted to go anywhere else, and he stuck by her side till they were at her dorm. Since staying beside her for most of their trip, he was reluctant to see her go just yet. There was a sense of danger all around him, and he still held her hand, not wanting to release. Maybe holding her arm was the only thing keeping him up?
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:04 pm
The silence was deafening even with the radio static of voices. That was okay though, it allowed her to move on autopilot and retreat into her own, albeit wonky, mind. What was she going to do now? The Hunters had destroyed a race as old as time it seemed; how long would it be before Halloween suffered the same fate? The problem was dwelled on as they made their way to her dorm room, neither of them saying a word or giving any indication of where they wanted to go, other than that seems to be where s/he wants to go.
It took her a few mentally panicked plans to realize that she was thinking too far out; there were other problems she had to work through right now. Things like those voices and when they would leave; her hand, and where she would get a new one; her entire body actually, and how Christof would handle this latest wreckage of a--- that's right. Christof. The thought of the Igor made her feel even heavier.
How was she going to tell Christof about Riley...?
It was a good thing Calder was crushing her hand, because it gave her something to grip onto as well. A new pain like she had never felt before; the pain of loss, coupled with the pain of having to break the news to a mutual friend. She didn't know what to do or how to handle it, but she was thankful that she had Calder with her right now; it meant more to her than she could ever properly express.
Getting into the dorm itself was no problem, but the problem came when they arrived into the freezing basement and to the somewhat charred door at the end of the hall; Calder had her only good hand, and she couldn't very well open her door with a stump. "Pleeeasse...?" She asked as she nodded to the door, her voice still hoarse and broken. Of course that meant there was no way she was going to let go of him either, and the trend continued as the Kelpie, in an almost mechanical manner, opened the dorm to her room.
And then came the rumbling, angry-sounding growls from a very happy little Death Charm. Sounds that stopped almost immediately as though it sensed the emotions in the air. The white-eyed little beast sat on it's haunches suddenly, slouching forward head bowed as if it didn't know what to do; whether to run back to it's heat blanket, or come over and nuzzle them until they felt better. In the end it settled on pathetic (but still rumbling and growl-like) whines and whimpers.
"Huuuushhh." Amrita pat the poor confused beast with her stump, and then moved (without letting go of Calder) to check one thing; a hidden bag under a floorboard that could be raised if you stepped on it juuust right. Only when she saw the bag did her stance relax, albeit barely, and finally turn to speak to the poor broken Kelpie at her side.
"Whaaat are we goohing to--" These words hurt her more than the attempt to speak itself, leading Calder to her very much unused bed and taking a seat, tugging on his hand to encourage him to sit with her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:26 pm
It took him a moment to realize what she wanted, and looking down at her missing hand, then the one in his, he realized he'd either need to let go or open the door himself. He opened the door, and walked her into her room, shutting it behind her with a satisfying click before being lead to her bed. There was no question asked what she was checking, and he didn't have the energy in his mind to be distracted with his typical curiosity, and instead he was lead to her bed. The minipet here, one he had never set eyes before in his entire life, was given a small, automatic smile. It was strange to see such a creature, devoid of troubles or the weight of knowing it's world could be destroyed, be happy and run about by something as simple as seeing it's owner return home. There was a deep envy for the small creature, and he watched it for the most part as Amrita moved about her, Calder moving along with her at every turn.
He wasn't letting go, but his grip did loosen a fraction when the door had been closed.
When she sat, he stood a moment before he slowly sat on her bed, the weight of his form making it creak as it dipped down. Not as good as Barth's bed, but not as bad as Christof's either. Right now, he wanted to turn on his side, scoop Amrita back in his arms, and fall asleep again, but he had already slept, and there were things to say.
At the broken sentence, Calder only looked at the minipet move about the room. "....that is a good question." He said, voice monotone and lacking in the usual excitable, merry tone he was akin to. It was a very heavy question, and brought on a lot. What were they going to do, both together, individually, now and later - there was much, but he sat a few more minutes in the silence as he thought.
"Someone might want to know if we're okay....maybe..." Probably not. He wasn't important. Riley was. Speaking of... "Christof....needs to know about Riley. I guess everyone else too. Everyone will gossip about it soon. He'll need to hear it from someone who was there. Or...part way there. Mal would...but it needs time on it's own. Maybe later...check on Mal..." His tone didn't make a different in whether Calder was talking about what he had to do or they had to do.
Looking at his hand over her own, he looked up at the broken stubs, the wrapped cloth, and the vines. "We should clean up first. You need parts. Sewing. Can't do everything when falling apart." His free hand went to his sporran, pulling out the thread and needle before he paused. He'd need his other hand to sew. There was a moment of quiet debate if he could do this one-handed, but he slowly released her hand. "You should change too. Too much blood. Shouldn't make everyone worry." As it went, his voice was loosing it's refined, clear speech, an dropping into a thick Scottish accent. He didn't have the mindframe to mind his dialect.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:55 pm
The little firebeast sat on the middle of the room, watching his precious Amrita and this new boil - which in his mind was a major improvement over the patchy creature that tried to hurt him - with confused interest. In fact, when Calder sat down, the cat-sized Death Charm sauntered over and sat in front of him, tilting his head and staring as if that would make everything make sense.
Someone might want to know if we're okay...maybe. At this Amrita's eye lowered, uttering a wet, bubbling noise that was probably supposed to be a noise of agreement. Her gaze stayed down as Christof was mentioned once more, her vine infested stump coming up to press into the blue fabric wrapped around her chest as though trying to hold her heart. It didn't beat, but it hurt; an odd feeling for an undead, and one she never hoped she would ever have to feel again.
"Yeeess...Heee neeeds to knooww." She agreed. Everyone else needed to know, but right now christof was the most important person. The fears started to trickle in; what if he took it so badly he never wanted to talk to her again? What if their entire relationship was spurred by Riley, and now that she's gone---no, no, Riley wouldn't do that. That would be overly cruel! Out of the question. "Theeey aaalll doo." She submitted, her dual, hissing wet voice astonishingly sad.
His suggestions gained only nods from her after that, and after a moment or two of staring at their joined hands she slowly released him as he released her; it was painful to break the contact, and the moment her hand was free she felt...alone. The way she stood was weak, her attempt to remove the tightly woven bloody scarf from around her body was clumsy at best. But she stripped her upper half right there without a second thought, finding a mostly clean garment to wipe off as much of her congealed blood as she could without needing water of any sort. She had no mirrors in her room, but she used a 'looks right' method; the blood that remained couldn't be removed properly until she had been stitched back up.
"Yooouuu can seeeww?" Speaking wasn't the easiest thing in the world to her anymore, and she was feeling increasingly more self-conscious of how long it took her to say things now, or how drawn out and wet her voice sounded. That wasn't right, was it...? Her dresser was given a look as if she were considering it, until she thought it through; if she dressed now, it would be harder to patch her up. Nnngh...okay, patching first, shirt later. The Vetala sat down heavily on the bed again, waiting to be stitched up when she noticed something else.
"Ahhh...thaaaat..." She gurgled, pointing to a bloody piece of paper sticking out of her discarded clothing. "Innformaaation..." She was busy, he could pick it up himself; but she looked apologetic the entire way, as if she forgot about it and would have tried harder to not be a bloody mess had she recalled it was there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:27 pm
The kelpie glanced back at the Death Charm at his hooves, giving another twitch of a almost-there smile as the creature tried to make sense of him. Wish I could tilt my head and make things make sense. He tilted it in mockery of the little mini, but sadly it did nothing to make his thoughts any more manageable, and he went back to addressing his friend. "I've learn ta sew because of Christof. Allota my friends are undead. I wanted ta help." It was why he had kept a spool of thread and needle on him in his sporran. To be useful. Somewhat needed even - even if it was for things he carried. He liked that feeling, but one rarely got to have those feelings when you knew how worthless you were. "...what little help I am."
The fact she was topless did not cause any sort of reaction. He grew up taking communal swims with other kelpies of other genders and was comfortable around either, and in no way would he see Amrita as the time to gawk at. He could admire her beauty, but he wouldn't be pursuing it.
Leaning over, he decided to work on her jaw first, taking it in her hand and slowly making due of what he could. "Yu'll need someone better than I to fix yew. I'm no doctor." He thought of who he would first go to, but decided not to suggest it. "Go to Cricket later." Malodore would be dealing with it's own troubles, and he hoped it was with company. Once he was able, Calder would check up on it.
"We'll have tu take out tha vines. Do yew have formaldehyde?" It seemed something an undead would have, and he didn't want to toss the plants away. They might be useful.
Glancing over, he looked to the sheet of information, but didn't reach for it. "I'll rewrite it. I remember most. I...will be writing to sort my head." He did better when he could see it in front of him, and maybe writing would make him feeling some relief. "Tell me if I'm hurtin ya."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:49 pm
The mimicry was enough to make the space heater of a mini tentatively wag it's spiked tail; it was still a pathetic mood, and it still whimpered on occasion in distress. This was the worst mood every brought back to this room, and even he didn't know how to handle it. He eventually settled on going behind Amrita's legs to lay it's sharp scaled belly on her feet; for once, she didn't move them or try to kick him away.
She needed the contact as much as he did, even if he would sear her feet.
Calder began talking and Amrita found herself pawing at her ear with her good hand; was it her brain breaking, or was he speaking differently? She wanted to ask, but she really didn't want to be rude. She was being rude enough as it was, sitting topless in a room with a boil who wasn't her boilfriend (thank you Lizzy, for this lesson). But...it had to be done.
"Thaaaht is goood. Thaank yoou" She leaned her head back to let him get better access to her chin and the damage that ran down her throat, and as such if he looked carefully he'd be able to see the ripped remains of the body's vocal cords struggling to vibrate enough to produce sound; it clearly wasn't enough, or else there wouldn't be that strange, androgynous echo behind it. "Iiii appreeciate iitt..." Amrita insisted before falling silent again, not answering whether or not she would go to Cricket. As the vines were brought up her gaze rounded, looking at her stump and the little vines that wriggled out of it.
She wanted to keep hers, in her body. As a reminder of what happened and what she fought for...and lost. A reminder of trial and error, literally.
"Iiii will fiiind ssssoome..." She promised Calder; she didn't need formaldehyde and therefore didn't have any. Christof would have some, but...Christof didn't need to be bothered at all right now, or any time in the future. "Yoou wiill not hurt meee" Amrita promised him again, going silent the closer he got to her throat and vocal cords; at least when she thought he was getting close to them, as she couldn't really feel it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:39 pm
Calder nodded, and continued to work, but the more down he went, the more he was unsure where to put the needle. At last he stopped. "I closed yur throat but someone will ave to take it aff later ta fix it." He said, setting the spool and thread to work on her chest. "There is a loot missin. Yoo'll need more parts." He did the best he could, sewing what could be closed, just enough to keep her form looking as if some dog came and used her as a chew toy, but the damage was still obvious. Once he was as done as he could be, he let her dress.
"Not moch 'elp in tha end, but it's somethin." He shrugged, sighing before putting the spool and thread away. He wished he was more of a doctor. Maybe he should give up fighting for that. Then maybe he'd be of some use to everyone else. Seemed all they did was get hurt.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:03 pm
"Aahhh, thaank yoou~" Amrita breathed out regardless, her voice a little less broken and wet, but still definitely there. Calder did that he could, but she was still very mangled...she really would need someone else to repair the rest of her, but he did his best, and that was all she could hope for.
Besides, she probably deserved to stay mangled for everything she's done...
"Iiii will hiide iit." Another smile was given and she reached over to pat the Kelpie's hand with her own. At least she had Calder to help her; she'd flounder without him right now, she knew it. With that she stood and wandered to her dresser to collect some clothing; it wasn't the getting the clothes that was hard, it was the dressing herself one handed. She enlisted Calder to help with the clasp to her bra (a life lesson from Riley; always wear one, especially with her, uh, size), and then struggled to get into the rest of her clothing by herself. She had settled on a plain tanktop for sake of ease, but the problem came when she realized her gaping would was obvious...and was still somewhat prone to leaking.
Fantastic.
The ghoul stared at her wardrobe for a moment in puzzled frustration, and then moved to her pathetic little closet to grab the shawl from her first scarentines dress, draping it around herself in such a way that it hid the gaping wound and most of the bleeding, if it should decide to leak. As an afterthought she changed out of her blood-flecked pants (this time, not her blood!) and into a reddish brown skirt that fell to her knees; there wasn't much damage to her thighs, but just in case was a good clause to live by.
While Amrita got up to get dressed, DC turned his attention to Calder, hopping up onto the bed and purring in that throaty, rumbling and almost angry way he always did. He liked this Boil, and apparently wanted him to feel better; the little space heater lightly nuzzled the Kelpie's leg, curling his angled body in a tight ball at his side. Feel better feel better feel better feel better ;;
"Hoooww iss?" She held out her arms to the sides, unable to see if the shawl hid her wounds when she lifted her arms; when she dropped them again, regarding him almost sadly. "Coomee withh?" She asked - no, pleaded, holding out her only hand to him. They had to find formaldehyde now, didn't they? She didn't want to go along!
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:28 pm
While she worked on finding a way to hide the damage, he had a brief moment of thinking that she should probably get some new clothes or shopping for situations like this, but that he thought that was rather silly at a time like this, and left the subject to drop. Planning a shopping trip seemed silly and out of his capabilities right now. Jack! Thinking about changing clothes himself seemed like just a pointless task that he felt he might just stay in his torn clothes for the rest of his life. The least amount of effort he had to do in such basic tasks weren't even considered necessary. Wardrobe change wasn't even on his lift of things to occupy his time with, as his mind was grappling with more than it could handle.
However, helping was a grand distraction, and he rose and helped clasp Amrita's bra, the first he ever helped with and was rather amazed by the complexity of something that seemed to want to squeeze a ghoul to death in a weird clasp than looking comfortable.
Once done, he returned to the bed, watching her find what she could as her pet crawled beside him. It was warm and desperate to please, and so he scooped the creature into his lap and leaned over it to hold it. It was warm, smothering, and gave a rumbling of life that made him feel as if he was holding onto a mountain ready to erupt. Being in Amrita's room, he could almost escape in a delusion, thinking that it was any other day he was watching a friend dress up while hanging out, but that alone made him feel guilty. He didn't have that right to escape, and it was a selfish pleasure which he didnt' deserve.
When he offered her hand again, he was happy to return the grip he had on it once again. Amrita could take him anywhere and he would gladly follow, basking in the freedom of not thinking and letting others take him places. Was this what Christof liked? Maybe he started to understand why.
"Kay." He said, following her out of the room.
Finding chemicals to keep something preserved wasn't hard in a undead dorm, and after some closets that showed everything from spare ribs (the meatless kind) to piles of bandage rolls (some of which Calder took), the found jars of chemicals, of which Calder took one. As he held the jar under one arm and held Amrita's hand, he followed her back in her room.
"What will you do....after we tell Christof?" He asked, wondering. He worried for her after all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:13 pm
Calder's attention to the Death Charm was soaked up easily; Amrita never held him and only pet him when absolutely necessary, but he always wanted to be hugged always. The Kelpie was his new second favourite person (sorry, Lizzy)!
Amrita on the other hand, was suffering. She wanted to curl up and cry, sob like the little scarelings she saw around the maul. She wanted to scream and flail and go comatose for a month...but she couldn't. She had things to do. There was no resting for her when there was a friend to take care of; she squashed all those feelings, mentally stomping them until they were put out. No tears until everything else was done; she will take the time for herself when nobody needed her. Others first, always first, because if she put herself ahead of others she'd be useless to everyone. More useless than she was already, really. She had to work hard and help to prove that she wasn't a waste of FEAR, even if it meant not allowing herself to feel what she honestly wanted to.
So when Calder asked his question, Amrita looked startled.
"Mmmm..." She mummbled thoughtfully, releasing Calder's hand in favour of arranging the new area; an open jar of formaldehyde on an unused night stand, a pair of good tweezers to help remove the vines burrowing in Calder's skin. "Gooh seee Lizzyy, or Aymeeet, or Mooort." Her answer was accompanied by a light shrug and she shifted in her seat, waiting for him to sit and allow her to try and help him. "Yoou?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:25 pm
They returned to her room, and he was feeling better to have a locked door behind them. The room was cool, dark, and was growing familiar to him the longer he sat here. It smelled of the undead ghoul, and it helped bring a sense that this was real, safe, and to be trusted. Taking the jar, he set it between his legs, opening the top while Amrita found some tweezers. Though he hadn't been greatly wounded as Amrita had, which would mean he would be at Nurse Cricket's instead of here, many vines had worked their way into his skin, burrowing under and sapping his Fear. They would need to get out, but he didn't want to just throw them in the trash. He'd preserve them and give them to Malodore - or maybe just keep them. He wasn't sure. Dumping something that might translate to work to Malodore, who needed noting added to it's place, was cruel. He'd see if it would be accepted or not.
Taking off his jacket and shirt, he considered the question. "Go see Barth. ...talk ta Malodore. See how it's doing. It's not good ta be alone." He then shrugged, unsure of his decisions. "....sort things oot." His mind was too full that functioning seemed hard. "Heal. Get batter when I can. You should take care of yorself too, kay?" He reached to pick at one of the flowers poking from his skin, pulling on it until it slid from under the surface of his flesh, vine wiggling, before he tossed it into the jar for it to sink to the bottom.
His eyes remained looking at the murky liquid. "Will ya be oo-kay on yer own?" He'd check on her, that was for sure, but he wanted to know if she needed him around more often.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:04 pm
"Aaalll of themmm~" Amrita agreed as softly as she could manage, her eye downcast. Checking in on everyone, making sure they were okay, sorting things out; she agreed to all of it. Everything needed to be looked after, and she wanted to do her best to do so. Taking care of herself...she couldn't do that, not until she knew that everyone else was mostly okay, and so on that she stayed quiet, playing it off as being too distracted by extracting his vines to give a formal answer. She had lost her right hand, but that was okay because she was a leftie in more delicate tasks like writing or, in this case, tweezing out some small vines.
"Leet me knooww if I am hurrting you~" She murmured; that kind of pain was not something she was used to, but she was aware that non-undeads could be impacted by it. Smaller vines were extracted and placed into the jar of formaldehyde, but his question made her pause for the first time since starting. Would she be okay on her own?
No, of course not.
Don't leave me alone
I'll never be okay!
I don't want to be alone...
Nothing will be right again.
PLEASE, please don't leave me alone...!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~
"Iiii will be fiiine." Amrita said slowly, keeping her eye down and focused on Calder's remaining vines. No sense making Calder overwork himself. She'd be okay one way or another...hopefully. "Noooh need to woorryy." As if it proved she was okay at heart, she lifted her gaze enough to offer a smile to the Kelpie, her eye closed in an almost fox-like manner to better hide her pain. Her attention moved down to the task-at-hand, continuing to pick away at the tiny vines, trying to not latch onto skin or muscle.
"Wheeenn we caan...should gooh ooover paaper...perhaaaps spaar?" As bloody as it was it was a valuable little piece of paper, and even after that battles were always helpful to keep reflexes sharp...maybe. But even that was a little too far ahead in her mental checklist of a timeline. "But fiirrrst...Whenn to tell Chrissss...?" Tonight, her mind screamed...but it was up to Calder, since she couldn't do it alone and he had mentioned it earlier.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:39 pm
It was worrying he was hoping to do. If Amrita was fine, then he had no excuse not to feel fine either. The ghoul was handling things better than he was, and seemed perfectly fine with being on her own once everything was sorted. He wished he could say the same, and had wanted to be told that she would need him, and that he could occupy himself in the task of caring for someone else. Instead, he would be left to his own thoughts and centering on himself, and not only did that feel selfish, but he didn't know how to go about it.
Peeling back skin to pull out vines, he frowned at his chipped nails, dropping slender vine after vine into the pungent chemical. Every time he pulled one out or Amrita dug her tweezers in to get at another, he restrained himself from jerking, but he still flinched. "I'm fine. Kep gooin." His hand reach out, pausing a moment to pull the paper from her bloodied clothes and examine it. It was surprising it even lasted, but it was stained, and the ink was barely visible. Frowning, he could make out the general ideas they were gathering, but some of the input was missing. "Later, write what yoo mind. I'll do it tooo." He couldnt' remember everything right now, not when his head felt swollen.
Setting the paper down, and checking himself for any last vines he might have messed, he started to look for the lid to the jar. "We shood tell Christof now, or I can. Talk goes fast. Wouldn't want him to hear it from gossip. Best now to start heAlin." He watched at Amrita placed the last vine in the jar and closed it. "I'll leave this here fer now. Pick it up later." He set it aside, feeling safer that the vines were out of him, though he looked at her. "Probably not best to keep those in yoo. I don't like em there. They might be hurtin ya." To which he gestured at her vine-covered stump of a hand. The vines had been all over Riley when she was completely consumed by Insanity. What if it helped it along?
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:51 pm
Well, she couldn't very well beg him to stay with her when he had the time to give; something in her wouldn't allow it, but something else still struggled there. The knowledge that after tonight, Christof might not even want to talk to her; for months he had been her rock, and she had thought nothing of sneaking into his room and bed when she was lonely or too upset to be alone, but after this...? He might not even come near her, nevermind let her in his room, or hold her like he used to.
"Iiif...yoou wissshh to visitt yoou maay..." She added as an ammendment. She couldn't ask him to stay, but she could invite him over if he needed it; that would be close enough. Maybe he would take her up on the offer, too! You know, if he wasn't too busy with Barth. The last of the vines was pulled and locked into the jar of formaldehyde, the bloody tweezers deposited on her night stand. "Iii will take good caaare of itt." Amrita ensured him, a flicker of gratitude in her rasping wet voice; a job! Protecting the jar of vines from the evils of the world, and the promise of a return.
"Banndage?" Little spots of blood weren't a concern, but perhaps he would need bandages anyway, to prevent further ruining of his clothing. "Iii waant to tell himm..." Amrita insisted, lifting her gaze to his only long enough to give him a pleading stare; she wanted to tell him, because he'd probably be less likely to strike her for the news plus, if she told him, it would help her get a better grasp on what she needed to do to help the boil she imagined was her boilfriend.
His little demand about her vines made her regard them curiously, lifting her stump to stare at the vines that curled in and out of the tissues there, wriggling happily under her cold skin. "Willl remooove iff in the waayy." Another promise to her dear friend, and another reassuring pat with her remaining hand, however backward it was.
An awkward silence encompassed them, folding them into their own little worlds filled with voices and insecurities.
"...Ssshall we...?" Amrita said after a long while, slowly getting to her feet and extending her hand down to the Kelpie.
They couldn't put it off any longer.
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