013[open-video-journal /commentlog]Right after getting back-

[halfbrokenwings]

[The bard is a little breathless when she comes onto the journal. She's had one of the frights of her life, appearing back where her and Tumnus had walked into the dark. She can't see very well still, her eyes not being used to the light or seeing at all. She's having to squint and shield them to make out shapes.

It hurts so bad, being able to see again, tears are running down her face.]

Is-Is everyone b-back?! Sollux? Is it ov-er?

[Though, she is not one to pray very often, there is a silent prayer on her lips that begs that it is.

She has to wait until her eyes adjust somewhat to the light to move at all from where she's at. When Isabella does move, it's as quick as she can manage without breaking something.

Weak from the lack of water and food she's still taking the stairs, two at a time. The bard is headed to her room to kill two birds with one stone. The stall with the water falling- as cold as it is, will both be welcome relief from the filth of the torturous stay in the dark room- and she could drink it as well. She's hungry, but that could wait, the thirst and that dirty feeling was stronger for the moment.

She'll emerge after a shower, and clean clothes to search for the people she knows, specifically one she went in after.]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She's read and retold the stories of heroes, does that count?]

I've slept. A lot, really. It's nice to be out and around.

[Then she pauses. She feels greedy and guilty at the same time for wanting this from him. Something that she's desired for so long, just the want of it was a sinful pleasure.]

I- would like that. Though... though, not until I'm more able. It's cold, and I want to be sure my body recovers a bit until- I really want to. Please but- I do not wish to get sick and ruin it for both of us.

[Her better judgment wins out.]

Thank you, again.

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[angleofscience]

[Honestly, that she's declining for now is something of a relief; he doesn't really want to test his frame of mind yet - even if the day chosen would be clear, the only snow being on the ground - with flying during this weather.

He has, barely, left the barracks on a few times. Jetfire shakes his helm a bit and smiles.]

If you know your own limits, that's good. You've been under a bit of strain, so accounting for becoming sick is a good idea. Later then.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Yes, later then. Thank you, Jetfire.