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Cami wasn't sure her prince was specifically Asian but considering the state she was in with her mummy chic, she'd take any prince (or princess!) she could get. That Dylon had leaped at the chance to come visit her in the infirmary once her Lindsay Lindsay Mitzi-advocated morphine had run out made her smile. It hurt still to move and she wasn't sure how walking was going to be possible on what the ruin of her bare legs had been but, shockingly, the skin was pink like new where her chest had been burnt. Arms and legs were still in the process of healing but it was remarkable!

Still she hadn't been on tumblr in at least a week, could barely move her fingers enough to text, and she could only imagine how abysmal of a spar partner she'd be once everything was healed. So when an unfamiliar voice called out her name, calling himself her knight in shining armor, she burst out laughing. It was a good laugh, one that had come from a place before Deus, and it hurt. That meant that while it was a good laugh it was short-lived as she gasped in pain.

"Back here, Sir Dylon."

Though she was trying to move her abused digits as little as possible it was not possible to resist the way her palm curled reflexively around the pretty flower. "Everything hurts. Talking is better than it was but my hands..." Well, she didn't have to talk much about them, Dylon had eyes. He could see the bandages and almost the horrible reality of what was beneath them. Five days out was so much better than the two days out Peyton had encountered.

Still, she was much more cheerful for having the company. "Just the company is great. I mean you can read through my Tumblr if you want or you can just sorta talk to me." Without hesitation she laid the lily on her stomach so that her hand could slowly push the mobile towards the Moon trainee. "Up to you."

Dylon wouldn't have seen too much strange, thankfully. Some people followed porn tumblrs like they were going out of style but the only n***s on her wall were artistically tasteful ones. A lot of ocean scenes, islands, sparkles everywhere. Pastel goth fashion, regular goth fashion, raver kid fashion. Beyonce. So much Beyonce and enough history tumblrs to choke a horse.

"Camille Ryland, Sun Division archer, and why not both? I mean have you ever had a Fudgesicle?" They were her utter favorite and not something you could get on Deus. Then again you couldn't get a whole lot on Deus. Sighing deeply, she let out a very sad sound. "I wish I could get one now. That or chocolate cake batter ice cream from Coldstone. Ever have it?" Fingers touched the paper lily idly, not even bothering to care if Dylon went through her entire phone.

There were some interesting Snapchats but that was really about it.

"Been on the island long?"

Cami had started to wish she'd asked (begged) someone to bring her a set of basic toiletries like a brush and a mirror. Having most of your hair singed off didn't for the most attractive young woman make and she was feeling like such hell that getting her flirt on might have actually done her more good than morphine. Making a mental note to send a message to Peyton later begging and/or making promises she couldn't keep the redhead let out a long sigh at the thought of a treats stockpile.

"You'd think if anyone on the island needed a treat it'd be us." Unlike what perhaps many would have done in the face of Dylon's incredible luck she didn't immediately try to make him feel guilty. At least, not in the way he probably would have anticipated. "That's a bummer, the Sahara was super fun. I'd intended to get a tan but, well, I guess I burned a bit." Toes wiggled at the end of the bed. "I've only been here since April. I got incredibly lucky, it seems." Was also pretty sure there was no way she was ever going through a portal again unless she was dragged, kicking and screaming. No way, no how. Unless, perhaps, it was going to lead to a Cold Stone Creamery date.

Maybe she'd go into that portal.

Feeling the burn of nerve endings going haywire she stopped motion and laid back against the pillows once more, contemplating the ceiling for the thousandth time in the past week. "What are the outposts like? I've never heard of them so you must be at least better than the average trainee to get to go to one."

Had Cami been aware of what Dylon was doing on Twitter she would have been torn between deeply amused and horrified at who he was teasing. One did not idly tease Mimsy because you never quite knew what her response was going to be and some of them were worse than others. Instead she was in blissful ignorance for the time being, curling fingers around her phone to pull it back to her side for safekeeping. It'd be expensive to replace it if it fell, after all.

Periwinkle eyes widened a bit at the idea of being gone for months without being aware of it. "Months?! Wow, we were gone for just an afternoon and..." Ah, there it was. The horror and terror of it creeping up to ambush Camille when she least wanted it to, trailing off and staring at nothing before she recovered. Or rather, a sharp jab from the revenant in her brain did such a thing.

It didn't hurt that her phone was also vibrating with Twitter notifications alerting her to what was going on. Frowning a bit she skimmed through the messages and that frown literally turned upside and then, because she couldn't help herself, Cami whooped with laughter. Painful, glorious laughter. "Oh my god, Dylon what are you doing?!"

This lady. Oh dear he had no idea what he was doing, did he? "Mimsy? Fun to tease?" She thought about it for a long moment. "Yeah, I guess I get that. I never did it much though." Mostly because when it came to hero worship, Camille had an incredibly high level of it for her very serious relation. What she could do, however, was laugh and laugh at how he was deliberately (or perhaps not??) misunderstanding her. She'd only met Shu a few times but it was pretty easy to see that the petite Asian girl was incredibly innocent. Who better to look out for her than Mimsy and her giant husband?

Reaching for a drink of water to distract herself from the way her skin stretched from the pain of laughter, she grinned. "Thanks, yours is pretty great too. You seem to have a pretty good sense of humor which is super important, especially in a place like this. Don't you think?" Dangit, she knew she should have asked for a brush sooner! Immediately she picked up her phone and shot a message off to Peyton.

If anyone could help, it was her Sun senpai.

Unfortunately it was around that moment that Robert seemed to realize that Dylon was in the infirmary and was suddenly looking around like he was on the scent. "Uh-oh. I think you've got trouble." And she was very sad to see it.