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[dishabille_mal]

This was the worst feeling in the world. Maladicta had suffered going Cold Bat, twice, had seen one extremely unpleasant and one viciously frightening war (simultaneously) and, since her arrival on the island, come up against a myriad of generally uncomfortable and sometimes frightening experiences, mostly different versions of being sick or

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[headline_maker]

It was the sight of her that startled Sacharissa when she drew closer, the obvious hurt - what looked to be tears. Just looking at her set Sacharissa's heart near to breaking, but she couldn't look away. She'd never been able to look away from Maladicta. And if she'd thought she'd been angry with William before, she was finding out she was wrong; she was only just getting started.

"Here, dear," she called, voice all terrified tenderness as she dashed closer. "Maladicta..."

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta stopped, breath seizing up a little. Oh, damn.

"Sacharissa," she said, voice thick, annoyed with herself, now. "Oh, Gods..." There wasn't any point in pretending she wasn't upset, as she blatantly was. And there wasn't any point in pretending she was upset about anything other than she was. As much as she loathed the idea of displaying her relationship with William in front of her friend- and she did, even, apparently, the bits where it was falling apart (and that thought made her feel nauseous)- Sacharissa was her friend, one of the only, now, and that didn't do much to help her defenses.

[headline_maker]

Firmly disregarding all Maladicta's issues with touch and proximity, Sacharissa hugged her as soon as she was near enough - a proper hug, the kind friends ought to give each other and which she couldn't recall ever offering up before. Jane had done it for her countless times and it did surprising good. "He's an utter bastard, Mal, a complete and total ass to talk to you that way," she seethed.

[dishabille_mal]

The bag slipped from her shoulder as she brought her arms around to return the hug. More, to hold onto Sacharissa, tightly, and bury her face against the other woman's shoulder and neck for a long moment. Her body tensed, holding her breath, squeezing her eyes shut, until she could swallow it down again.

"He just went too far," she murmured, miserably. "I expected- But not that- And oh, gods, the fight..."