[A part of her feels like she's been wrapped in heavy cotton, pressing in all sides and making her feel fuzzy. The other part feels like fire ants are crawling through her nerves, biting up into her shoulder, but despite all of this, she makes herself point at the items set beside her bed.]
That medicine there... When I wake up, mix it well in one of those bottles, and make sure I drink it.
[She screws her eyes shut as something inside her stings sharper than before, making her dizzy.] N-Normally I'd take it every day, so if I can't it's best if I have it right away.
...Water would be good too. It's important for humans to stay hydrated...
Busy. S'imporant part of the process, so come back later... Wrote it down in the book...
[By which she means she wrote out a list for him, of people who know she's here and examples of things to say to each one of them if they ask. Rin's nothing if not thorough.]
Sans knows. S'okay if you tell him what's really goin' on...
[Well not the whole story. She left out a lot, mainly the bits she thought Zaveid might have only explained to her in confidence. What she means by that is he got a little more detail than the others, which is also written in the notebook.]
Aha, I've some homework then. [ He wasn't sure what that was for so he just put it aside, but, well, he's a reason to read it now, huh.
... Sans?- ]
If he wants to know, he's definitely got my number. [ Depending on how bored he gets, he might send a 'any questions' and maybe some food off to the skeleton.
... But he reaches over to pat her on the head. ]
It's not the first time I've looked after a sick kid. Just the first time they've been a fledgling shepherd.
[She can't remember the last time she was patted on the head, and it surprises her. Through fogging senses she tries to get a better look at him.
When she met the weird, hippie exotic dancer back in May, he was probably one of the last people she would have expected to be comforting her in a time like this. But while he can be a jerk, the hand on her head doesn't feel out of place at all.]
Heh. [Eyes sliding shut again, her laugh comes out more in a breath.] You really are... Softie...
Yeah, that's me. [ Of the Wind, staying put because he can't bear to abandon kids again.
Ah, but he as a book to read, doesn't he? Zaveid sets a breeze to keep an eye on her - she's asleep, it's not likely to tell him anything useful - and plops on the floor by the bed to read. ]
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[A part of her feels like she's been wrapped in heavy cotton, pressing in all sides and making her feel fuzzy. The other part feels like fire ants are crawling through her nerves, biting up into her shoulder, but despite all of this, she makes herself point at the items set beside her bed.]
That medicine there... When I wake up, mix it well in one of those bottles, and make sure I drink it.
[She screws her eyes shut as something inside her stings sharper than before, making her dizzy.] N-Normally I'd take it every day, so if I can't it's best if I have it right away.
...Water would be good too. It's important for humans to stay hydrated...
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Oh. ]
If anyone goes looking for you, what d'ya want me to tell them?
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[By which she means she wrote out a list for him, of people who know she's here and examples of things to say to each one of them if they ask. Rin's nothing if not thorough.]
Sans knows. S'okay if you tell him what's really goin' on...
[Well not the whole story. She left out a lot, mainly the bits she thought Zaveid might have only explained to her in confidence. What she means by that is he got a little more detail than the others, which is also written in the notebook.]
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... Sans?- ]
If he wants to know, he's definitely got my number. [ Depending on how bored he gets, he might send a 'any questions' and maybe some food off to the skeleton.
... But he reaches over to pat her on the head. ]
It's not the first time I've looked after a sick kid. Just the first time they've been a fledgling shepherd.
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When she met the weird, hippie exotic dancer back in May, he was probably one of the last people she would have expected to be comforting her in a time like this. But while he can be a jerk, the hand on her head doesn't feel out of place at all.]
Heh. [Eyes sliding shut again, her laugh comes out more in a breath.] You really are... Softie...
[And then she's out like a light.]
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Yeah, that's me. [ Of the Wind, staying put because he can't bear to abandon kids again.
Ah, but he as a book to read, doesn't he? Zaveid sets a breeze to keep an eye on her - she's asleep, it's not likely to tell him anything useful - and plops on the floor by the bed to read. ]