[ The flickers of churches disappear when she arrives, replaced with other things. A graveyard, blue flame held between hands, a fucking shoe car half-stuck in the ball pit. ]
I am well. My injuries have started to heal, and... well, I am not very easily overwhelmed by anxiety.
[ she's wearing a casual sleeveless dress, so the bandages that cover her left arm and shoulder can be plainly seen. she doesn't show any signs of discomfort or reduced mobility, at least. ]
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Euphausia.
Sorry about yesterday.
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There's no need to apologize. Are you feeling better today?
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[ Marginally, which isn't much, but he's not on the brink of a meltdown so that's preferable. ]
I don't mean to cause worry. There's no need for it now.
...You?
[ I should've asked earlier. ]
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[ she's wearing a casual sleeveless dress, so the bandages that cover her left arm and shoulder can be plainly seen. she doesn't show any signs of discomfort or reduced mobility, at least. ]
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That is good. I know it only gets more difficult as it goes on, but as long as you have the will, you will be hard to break.
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[ ...there are others to worry more about... ]
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I trust you to not push yourself too far...
[ Glancing at her injuries. Eupha has generally been incredibly reasonable. ]
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