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[protectmemaria]

[Frollo hasn't been seen since his most recent outing. His door remains shut, and no sound but the occasional crackling fire has issued from within. No one has spotted him on the way to the dining hall, so whether he has even emerged to eat remains a mystery

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okay. she'll bite.

[outcastinparis]

[ While before the little rescue-pade, Esmeralda wouldn't have thought twice about even socializing with the Minister. But since then, she's managed to find a second chance several times in her heart. Just about every ounce of logic left in her mind disagreed with it, but, still, she decided to make sure Frollo was...at least alright. The fire had damaged a better half of his neighboring room, and while the victim had no obligation to apologize to the suspect, she would never know any better.

The gypsy has a bit of a time bringing herself to knock on his door, but. A soft rap should be heard over the crackling of the hearth. ]

>:D FOOLISH GIRL

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo startles badly, and he turns at once to the door, hesitating before stalking over to inspect who it might be through the peephole.

His heart practically stops.

No. No. No, she is supposed to be dead, this cannot be, surely the smoke would have strangled her before she woke up to escape...

His breathing comes in sharp rasps and he leans against the door, his mind racing.]

[outcastinparis]

[ Karma, dear Minister? She stands, impatient due to her fear of the worst. Still, she waits, unknown to the fact she'd already been taken notice of, and raps gently yet again. Last time, she decides, perhaps he is asleep. Yeah, he's got to be. Sick, perhaps. ]

[protectmemaria]

[Had the door opened the other way, the force with which Frollo yanks it open would surely have knocked Esmeralda out cold. He clutches the door frame as though necessary for support, his fingers shaking and his teeth bared.]

What do you want?