{Forty-One ~ Recovery} {Text}

[chorusangel]

My wrist seems to have healed, finally, and my ankle is still only a little sore when I walk around. I'm so glad I'll be better soon - I've felt such an awful bother asking people to do all manner of favours for me.

[Locked to Erol // 90% Hackable]

Are you alright? That man didn't do anything to you, did he?

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[missmimmi]

I'm glad you're doing better.

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[chorusangel]

Thank you. I'm rather glad too. It will be nice to be able to walk around properly again.

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[missmimmi]

I'm sure. I'd hate being stuck in my room all day.

[Though she's been doing that for the past week or so fff]

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[chorusangel]

Yes, even with books and embroidery to occupy me, it's still become rather tedious. As soon as I think I can make it, I'm going up to deck 1.

[She can't help but feel a bit guilty about that. After all, her friends have been trying very hard to keep her company and ease her boredom.]

[Audio // French]

[wallrocket]

Your wrist...? Mademoiselle Christine, what on Earth happened to you!?

[Audio // French]

[chorusangel]

Oh, nothing of much consequence, Monsieur Wall. It got broken a while ago, but it's healed now.

[Audio // French]

[wallrocket]

I am delighted to hear you are feeling better! It is wonderful.

[Audio // French]

[chorusangel]

Yes, it is. And thank you very much for your concern. I appreciate it.

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[psychoticracer]

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[psychoticracer]

[Text] That's okay I still love you <3

[chorusangel]

As long as you're qutie sure I won't be a bother.