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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 25, 2023 14:16:45 GMT -5
For the past few days, Nephele and C'Leena have been moving north toward Zeinav City. C'Leena, before even stepping foot into the desert, practically demanded that they get some sort of head covering or Shawl. She was moments away from vividly describing the events of heatstroke before Nepheles cooperation saved the both of them from that scenario.
C'Leena is a lover of the heat. Growing up in a hot climate not unlike this, she felt almost at home. The nights got rather cold, which C'Leena was not entirely against. She had her preferences, but she only really needed to keep her torso warm. Sometimes, having fake limbs is a boon.
Eventually, they make it to Zeinav City, make it to the gates and begin walking the streets. The sandy flagstone roads turn this way and that, leading every which way. The people wear colorful fabrics and silks, their own version of expression in the scorching heat. The darker skin tones of the city folk make C'Leena look native here almost.
"Fucken Christ almighty, thats a lot of colors" she says, flipping down her hood. Her hair is slick with sweat, but she still seems to be thriving in the heat. "Alright, your call: What's first on the agenda?" She looks at Nephele, a questioning look in her eyes.
C'Leena feels fairly good right now. Sure, walking over sand is a nightmare, but she doesn't need to deal with leg pain. Only mild stump-pain, really, and she barely has stumps. It's just a flat connector made of some magic steel or something. Again, sometimes having fake limbs is a boon.
Outside of that, C'Leena is pleased with the trek. Her core has been burning since the second day, and while it has been uncomfortable, that meant she's still making progress in improving herself physically. That's always good.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 25, 2023 14:50:42 GMT -5
Nephele hated the heat.
Now, she would never say this out loud, because it seemed like C'Leena really loved it. But as soon as it started to get especially hot on the journey north, her discomfort was obvious in how much she dragged her feet, and she was eternally grateful for getting a shawl to cover her face with. Nephele was still glad to be able to see the sights, pausing during their walks to kick up sand with her bare feet to feel the warm grains beneath her. At some point she slipped and fell flat on her ass during the walk on the first day and she felt like she was burning alive, but Nephele simply gave C'Leena a forced smile and reassured her through a pained laugh. ("I promise I'm fine, it's just sand. Don't look at me like that, I'm serious!" She then proceeded to kick the sand again, much more charged than before.)
Once in Zeinav City, Nephele was relieved for once to be somewhere with buildings. She could really go for a bath, but she was also perfectly fine with simply sitting outdoors for a bit to rehydrate. Regardless of their decision, Nephele was about ready to lose her absolute mind if one wasn't made.
"Anywhere with a roof, gods forbid." Nephele answered, completely swaddled in the shawl wrapped around her face. Her hair mostly covered her eyes and she stretched her arms into the air. "I would also like to change into looser clothes. Corsets are nightmarish in this weather."
Nephele looked around, spotting a tavern down the way and pointing it out. "Maybe there."
Without much hesitation Nephele dragged C'Leena in that direction, grabbing her hand and tugging her along with determination. Anything to get her out of the hellscape that was the heat. They received a few odd looks from passersby as Nephele practically dodged around people, passing a makeshift bulletin board on her way. A few flyers were nailed to the post, some weathered and filthy and ugh, the sand was in her eyes now!
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 25, 2023 15:16:50 GMT -5
She let herself get pulled along, weaving through the crowd. The streets weren't too full, but there was still a good amount of people walking around outside.
Something on the job board caught her attention, however. The sheet of paper stuck out, as it seemed to have an emblem printed on it. She slowed slightly to read it. It was a bit far away for her to read clearly (which in reality isn't all that far) so she stopped.
"Here, go inside, get us a room or something, get cleaned up. I want to check this out for a sec, I'll catch up- do you have sand in your eye? Don't rub your eye, that's how you get Astigmatism, go wash it out with water. I'll be with you shortly," She said quickly, before releasing Nepheles hand and approaching the board. The papers looked damaged other than a newer one with what now looks more like a house crest printed on it.
Is this some nobility shit? she wonders. Quickly looking through it, it seems to be an escort job for a pair of nobles heading north to Sky Peak Village in Dragons Cradle. Pay seems good. We're heading north, anyway. I'll consult Nephele about it. As much as I love this weather, the sweat is starting to drive me mad.
With that, C'Leena unpinned the paper, rolled it up and tucked it into a pocket and walked inside. The interior of the building was blessedly cool through means unknown to C'Leena. She didn't want to assume magic for everything, but it might be the case here. Either that or they have developed A.C Units that she can't spot.
She wipes the sweat and shifts aside her hair plastered to her forehead and sighs. She quickly catches up to Nephele, thinking for some reason that it would've taken her far longer than it did to read a piece of paper. Maybe I do need a break.. she realizes, before shaking her head.
"Oi, Job board outside had something vaguely interesting. Pair of minor nobles wants an escort up north. We're headed up there anyway, and the pay seems good. What'chu think? They don't want to leave for a few days yet so I reckon we got time to chill." She says in her famously thick accent.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 25, 2023 16:11:09 GMT -5
Despite her discomfort, Nephele did hesitate leaving C'Leena for a half second before dipping into the tavern and inn, but it barely lasted a second. She pecked her on the cheek gratefully as they parted.
Nephele was beyond grateful to be out of the Sun, taking a deep breath and checking into the tavern and inn. She got a room for them and quickly changed into a loose, sleeveless cropped top and pants with the hips cut out. She forewent the socks this time when she put on her shoes, and Nephele pulled her hair back off of her face into a curly ponytail, washing her eyes out like she was instructed so she wouldn't get 'astiganism', or whatever she said. She blinked a few times, nodding to herself before rushing back out to find C’Leena.
It took her little to no time to find her again, basically taking all of ten minutes to do what she had to. Finding her in the same place, Nephele walked over with a lighter step. She still hated the heat, but it was bearable now.
Nephele hummed in curiosity, adjusting the shawl over her head. "Nobles, hm? It does sound like a good excuse to continue going north, did it say what they're headed there for?"
Knowing close to nothing about nobility, Nephele couldn't say she liked them all that much. Her experiences with them were abysmal at best, horrific at worst. She tried to keep an open mind though, as the pay was good and they needed money anyway. Shouldn't they have come with a caravan or something?
"I'm fine with it if you are. I've been needing to buy better clothes for this region." Nephele pulled at her top in emphasis. It was the only thing that she could use for this dry weather.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 25, 2023 16:54:31 GMT -5
"Uh, No, it doesn't say anything about why they're headed there," She says, pulling out the paper and handing it to Nephele. The sheet of paper reads as follows:
Noble Escort
Escort Minor Nobles Y'Vaan and Kiera McKnight of House McKnight to Sky Peak Village in Dragons Cradle.
Employer will supply transportation for Nobility and Employees.
Payment of 50 Solars will be given upon safe arrival of Nobility.
Nobility will wish to leave 3 days upon posting of notice.
WARNING: BANDITS SPOTTED ALONG TRAIL. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
"Truthfully, I don't know if that's good pay or not. You'll have to judge that for me," She chuckles. Noticing the fact that Nephele did in fact do what C'Leena asked, she smiles. "By the way, do you actually know what Astigmatism is, or did you just hear me say a fancy word and trust that I wasn't full of shit?"
C'Leena smiles widely. Despite her poking fun at Nephele, and even though it really was a tiny show of faith, it did mean a lot to C'Leena. Hearing that she would like some new clothing gets her attention, as she quickly checks how much money she has on her.
"Hm. As for the clothing, we could get you something now, if you'd like. I know nothing about casual clothing, though. Got a better eye for formal wear, myself. Whaddya think?"
Truly, C'Leena was helpless when it came to fashion outside of suits. A lot of her home fashion made no sense to her, and she's not very aware of how this worlds fashion works just yet. She quietly hopes Nephele knows a thing or two about this, so she doesn't suggest something dumb. She's pretty happy with the clothes she has now, but it might be an idea to get a spare change of clothes. Maybe.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 25, 2023 17:28:41 GMT -5
Nephele read over the flyer a few times, pursing her lips and humming in general distaste. She supposed it made sense that they'd need escorts; the thought of bandits robbing them of their riches on their way through sounded awfully inconvenient. Perhaps it was her specific upbringing, but it baffled her that at the very least some people didn't even have the bare minimum of martial arts training to protect themselves.
"If they're truly in such high standings, the pay is actually quite stingy. Though, I suppose it isn't too surprising." There's a grimace on Nephele's face, but she shrugs regardless. "Well, we typically don't buy much anyway. I think it'll be fun if nothing else. And of course I followed your words, dearest. I trust you..."
Nephele paused, tapping her nail to her chin as she recalled. "I've also caught the common cold five times in the past 6 months alone because I'm unsure which medicine works, but that's irrelevant." She didn't know why she ever said these things aloud. C'Leena's weird sixth sense to be able to tell if she was alright mentally or physically was both extremely sweet and weird as hell, but she loved it. Nephele quickly cleared her throat, sensing either a strongly worded stare or a verbal reprimand coming her way, continuing. "Anyway, we should probably mentally prepare for that then. Maybe freshen up a bit and eat something."
At the mention of clothes, Nephele hummed and took a step back to look C'Leena up and down. She hummed, unimpressed. "Mm. Yeah, I'm taking you clothes shopping. Not now though, I'm hungry."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 25, 2023 18:06:02 GMT -5
"Oh goodie, Nobles in stories apparently still hold true here, too." She says, sarcasm practically dripping off her words. "But yeah, sounds like a good time. At the very least, we don't need to walk there. Having said that, I do need to clean out my prosthetics. The sand somehow got into the connections."
C'Leena had taken back the notice and was in the middle of rolling up the paper when Nephele mentioned she caught the cold Five fucking times. C'Leena froze. With excruciating inexorability, she looked up from the paper to Nephele. Her face screams an unreadable slurry of emotions that all boil down to Are you fucking serious?
C'Leena barely registers the rest of what she had to say, focused entirely on the fact that her immune system has to be hot garbage.
"Firstly, Antihistamines. Second, the fuck are you doing to catch it that many times? You spend rainy days outside or something?" She begins. She stops herself from going on a complete tangent about preventative measures and takes a collecting breath.
"I'm keeping a bloody eye on you. Food does sound good, though." She finishes rolling up the paper and tucks it back into her pocket. "And excuse me, my clothes are perfectly fine, thank you. On that note, you look cute as hell. Suits you very nicely," she says with a smile, referencing her clothing and hair. She follows it up with an exaggerated 'I'm watching you' gesture and gives Nephele a final appreciative look over.
"I'll go order us something. Whatchu want?" she asks, ready to go talk to whoever the hell she needs to talk to for food and return to Nephele with said food.
With her reduced muscle mass from the lack of biological limbs, she doesn't really need too much to keep her going anymore. She tends to have a somewhat light breakfast, skip lunch and have a decent dinner compared to others. The only times she really eats like someone else would be if she had an incredibly active day. In the end, it helps with food costs, so she's not complaining.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 25, 2023 18:39:25 GMT -5
Nephele fully expected the stare down, but she still averted her eyes at the question. The name of the medicine flew straight into one ear and out the other, sounding like a bunch of confusing jargon as did most things C'Leena said about medical stuff. When asked if she slept outside, it only seemed like Nephele avoided her gaze even harder, biting her bottom lip and pretending that the ripped poster on the side of an old building was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"I don't like sleeping in places with rooves. They're too closed in and I can't see the sky with them." She said softly, a lame excuse but a true one. Her mild claustrophobia was something that she could train out of herself, but Nephele mostly slept indoors for C'Leena's sake. Every other time it was under a tree, in a tree, in the grass, or on top of a roof.
Oddly enough, Nephele wasn't really supposed to catch colds, if both of her parents were fey. Homesickness affected their kind more than anything, but Neph caught almost every common sickness under the sun. It was times like these that she wondered who her father really was, maybe he was human? Or something like it, because even if she caught everything she was usually fine after sleeping it off. The only issue with that, of course, that she hated sleeping, so Nephele never quite healed up like she was supposed to.
The whiplash from being scolded to being complimented flustered Nephele, the thoughts shaken away as she clenched her fists in embarrassment. "Oh, um, t-thank you. I'll um, I'll just have whatever meat dish they have. I'm not picky." That was a lie, but C'Leena didn't need to know that. "I'm not saying you look bad at all, Cee. Simply a bit...tattered. And I'm fixing that as soon as physically possible."
Nephele sounded resolute in her determination, despite her face still burning a bit warmer than she could excuse the sun for.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 26, 2023 2:52:25 GMT -5
C'Leena nods sympathetically at Nepheles reasoning. She wasn't stoked, but she could see where she was coming from. She also didn't miss the blush threatening to cook Nephele. It was adorable.
"Hm. I guess you're right," she says, looking down at herself. "Fine, fine. Later. Give me a bit, I'll be back" She gives Nephele a quick kiss on the forehead as she walks away, off to get food. She returns surprisingly quickly, with 2 plates in each hand.
C'Leena couldn't identify anything on the plates, frankly. They smelt good, though. Nephele asked for a meat dish, so simply to make things easier on herself, she ordered the same thing. Placing the plates down, C'Leena has a rather noticeable smaller portion than Nephele, but she either knows and doesn't care or hasn't even realized it yet.
She sits down and begins eating. It tastes perfectly standard to her. Vaguely beef-like she reckons. It's weird as hell, but it works. Almost as quickly as she begins, she finishes and seems rather pleased. She sets the plate aside and pulls out a notebook and flips it open to a new page and begins writing.
I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability, this covenant.
I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow...
She continues writing, not speaking unless spoken to. She's always liked to memorize the Hippocratic Oath, and she hasn't tested that memory in some time. The oath means a lot to her. Sure, there aren't really any repercussions to breaking the oath back home, but the closest thing would be getting charged with Medical Malpractice.
...Above all, I must not play at God...
Her writing is in cursive, and a well-written cursive, too. The jokes about doctors handwriting is actually something called Doctors Shorthand, something to make notetaking easy and quick during consults and patient meetings. It's generally not meant to be read by patients or other doctors.
She continues writing. Her memory remains true. Relief floods her mind. It's something small, and you're not even expected to remember it letter for letter, but she's always taken it seriously, and she thinks that helped her become a better doctor in the end.
...If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter.
May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling, and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.
She sighs, and physically looks relieved, as if she only just now hefted off a heavy backpack after walking with it for the day. She closes the notebook, lightly pats the cover and returns it to her bag. She furrows her brow and quietly asks herself,
"Why was I so stressed about that?" This meant a lot to her, but she wasn't just obsessive like she normally was, this was full on stress. Looking back, it was probably noticeable on her face, too.
Strange. Very, very strange.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 26, 2023 3:21:14 GMT -5
Nephele was happy to not have the attention on her while she ate, absolutely ravenous by this point. Like with sleep, the nymph found herself staving off until she was literally famished to eat, a terrible habit that was made worse by her already huge appetite. Nephele mostly forewent the utensils provided, preferring to spear the meat (which she suspected was some sort of game bird) with her long nails and eat them that way. The food itself was some thrown together braised and salted meats and cooked vegetables, nothing fancy. Nephele seemed very happy regardless, and she left the vegetables on her plate, saving them for when they got up so she could feed the alley animals outside.
As she popped another sliver of meat into her mouth though, Nephele found herself watching C'Leena scribble in the journal curiously, licking her fingers and watching like a cautious cat. She seemed very immersed in whatever it was, and it both worried and confused Neph. They both seemed to have a natural sense of understanding the other's emotions, and the mild turmoil to write whatever the hell she was writing was obvious. The pinch in her brow, the scrunch in her nose, the overall body language was... distressing.
Nephele made a small noise of question, mostly unintentional as she finished chewing her food. Her goatlike ears flicked as she swallowed, jingling the gold earrings perched in them. She cleared her throat and covered her mouth politely before asking: "Are you alright? You look troubled."
Nephele couldn't read C'Leena's handwriting unless she was prepared to sit and stare at it for a good five minutes, much less upside down. Even if she really wanted to read what she wrote in secret it was nigh impossible, plus her eyes still itched from before. Nowhere near as bad, but she was fluttering her lashes like a camel the entire time, trying to rid her eyes of the phantom sting.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 26, 2023 4:09:41 GMT -5
"Hm? Oh, right. Sorry, dal, Just concerned. For context, I'm under an oath called the Hippocratic Oath. Something most doctors take more as tradition than anything. I was strange in the fact that I memorized the entirety of the oath word for word, it quickly became an obsessive thing, but no matter.
"I was rewriting it, and I was stressed I wouldn't remember it? So I'm trying to figure out why that is." C'Leena truly looks both concerned and disturbed. She frowns further, leaning on the table with her elbows and lightly biting her fist nervously. She's not used to not knowing what is going on in her head. She's usually on top of this but perhaps with all the sudden changes and whatnot, it's thrown her for a loop?
"Anyway, don't worry 'bout it. We'll be right as rain." she said eventually, waving her hand dismissively. "Now, I dunno about you, but I'm keen to get the sand out of my damn joints, this is obnoxious." To her, having debris somehow get into the joint gave her some of the worst pins and needles in her shoulders or hips that you could ever ask for. It's definitely not pleasant.
"That and probably get all this fucken' sweat off me. Surprisingly, also unpleasant. Afterwards, we can go do whatever we damn well please. How's that sound?"
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Post by Nephele on Apr 26, 2023 4:34:08 GMT -5
Nephele listened to C’Leena’s reasoning with understanding, nodding and wiping the corners of her own mouth with a hum. There were quite a few strange rituals that doctors had to follow, Nephele was never happier to be born to such carefree people; she didn’t know if her easily frazzled mind could stand it. Still, the fact that C’Leena herself was so put off by herself brought about more concern than reassurance. Being paranoid that she would forget something wasn’t normal when it was so insistent.
Nephele reached over to twirl a stray strand of C’Leena’s hair out of her face, a new habit she was beginning to develop. It was extra obvious because of the sweat plastering it to her brow, and Nephele said: “I think your smart little brain needs to relax. You’re practically steaming out the ears, and I honestly don’t blame you. I need to bathe myself, we’ll be off doing who knows what with lords knows who soon. We should keep our minds sharp and vigilant.”
Nephele then takes both of their plates, stacking them. She makes to stand up, but pauses first. Nephele knows that she had been keeping a few secrets of her own close to her chest, but she felt like even if C’Leena told her so much, some things were left unsaid. If it concerned C’Leena’s mental health, she was very attentive.
“You know that you can tell me whatever you need to, right? Let me know if I’m pushing you or you feel unwell at all. You’re not the only one who can take care of people, dearest.”
Nephele then stood up, taking their plates back and returning with the vegetables in her palm. They were cold by now, but she felt like the sun would cook them right up as soon as they were exposed to the elements.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 26, 2023 14:16:12 GMT -5
"Smart little.. What? No?" She says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She shakes her head and processes the rest of what was said to her. "Yeah, agreed. I'll go rent out the bath and I'll go in after you, mkay? No rush." She says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
C'Leena is still quite hung up on her own psyche , and probably will be until she can figure out what's going on with her. Chances are it's nothing, but she'd rather know it was nothing than to brush it off and find out it was something rather bad.
She is mildly caught off guard by Nepheles sincerity, but her smile finally reaches her eyes nevertheless. "I appreciate that, Petal. Same goes for you, alright? Now go, I'll be up in the room doing.. whatever the hell needs doing. Cleaning, probably."
She stands up, quickly gives a passing kiss to Nephele as she makes her way to the room. Once up there, she promptly collapses on the bed and lets out a sigh. Then promptly remembering that she is caked in sweat, she stands up again, wincing. She sits down on a wooden chair by a desk and takes off her longsleeve shirt, leaving her in pants and a bra.
With practiced motions, she disconnects her left arm first, pulls out a cloth and begins the arduous process of cleaning out the connection of debris. It may seem like a tedious process, but it's something C'Leena can zone out doing. Getting lost in her mind, she runs through possibilities for her apparent unstability.
It takes her a good 15 minutes to come to her conclusion. The realization gives her pause, as she cocks her head to the side with a furrowed brow.
Homesickness? Why would that relate to forgetting my oath-Oh. Oh I see. Yeouch, knowing what's going on isn't exactly comfortable.
She hangs her head backward, scrunching her eyes closed. Taking a steadying breath, she slowly breathes out, clears her throat and continues cleaning. C'Leena will be fine. She cleans, and waits for Nephele to return.
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Post by Nephele on Apr 26, 2023 15:32:20 GMT -5
Nephele was worried. She knew that C'Leena could take care of herself, but as she watched her leave she couldn't stop frowning. She's fine. You trust her, she trusts you. Everything is completely okay unless she tells you.
Until it's not.
Nephele rented a bath not too long after that, sitting cross legged and completely submerged in the water for several minutes. She sighed, creating bubbles that rose to the top of the water in a way that would be alarming to most.1 She contemplated everything, wondering if maybe C'Leena hadn't felt comfortable enough to be completely honest. Nephele knew she had been hiding a few things herself, but she wasn't too sure C'Leena would stay around her much longer if she knew just how insufferable she was. Maybe I'm too clingy, we don't have to understand every little thing about each other, right? She suddenly remembered the old journal sitting at the bottom of her bag, and the pit in her stomach only felt heavier.
Nephele lifted her head, the water weighing her hair down around her as she frowned. She hadn't thought about that thing in years, why now? Groaning, Nephele retired from the bath much earlier than she thought she would, drying off and dressing as she did earlier. She'd ask her later, she reasoned. Maybe after this whole escort business was taken care of.
Nephele returned to C'Leena with a smile, a bit dazed but hiding it well.
"All yours, would you like me to help with anything before you go?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Apr 26, 2023 19:06:55 GMT -5
C'Leena had moved onto her left leg by the time Nephele returned. It was the last one, and she was nearly done. Perfect timing, honestly. C'Leena had been completely zoned out, so when Nephele returned, her head snapped toward her in fright.
"Jesus fuck, way to give a girl a heart attack," she laughed as she steadies her breathing and rests a hand on her chest, taking a moment to recover. She sets down her leg for the time being, tossing the cloth atop it and leaning forward.
Something to note is that this is the first time that C'Leenas scars have been completely uncovered. If her shoulders and eyes were bad, these are worse by a great deal. The skin is discolored, the scars look not raw, but extreme. C'Leena absently runs her fingers along the ridges of the scars, before she drops her hand to her knee, making no attempt to cover them with Nephele.
"Uhm, I don't think I need anything," She pauses. You get the feeling she rolled her eyes before speaking again. "Okay, no, that's a lie. I'd like your input on something. How do you usually deal with homesickness? Assuming of course you get that? You're a bit of a nomad, so I'm not sure if you even get homesick," she rambles. It's obvious that something is bothering her, and chances are it's simply her being incredibly homesick.
C'Leena also hasn't been able to visit Rose's grave in a good while. That's been slowly ebbing away at her, too. However that kind of goes hand in hand with homesickness. She goes to scratch an itch on a leg she currently has disconnected. She looks down and groans irritably.
C'Leena hadn't really been homesick before. Sometimes she simply yearned to go home, but it was never homesickness. This is entirely new to her, which is definitely not doing her any favors. She remembers Nepheles statement earlier about talking to her about this sort of thing, and she takes it.
"Homesickness, and the fact that I haven't been able to visit Rose in a good while. A month, now? Whereas I'd visit weekly back home. I'm not entirely sure how to deal with this." She says softly. Shes no longer making eye contact like she usually does, opting to look at the floor instead.
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