† Duo; Video; Backdated to the afternoon, after hers and England's fight.

[fettuttittes]

[The communicator flicks on as Romana tosses it onto her bed, somehow landing on her pillow in a way that you get just enough of a look of the room to tell what's going on. It jostles slight as Romana sits down on the bed, groaning softly as she reaches down to unlace her boots, wriggling her toes once they're free. There's worse aches in her body

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[fierybluebird]

Damn. Run into a monster?

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[fettuttittes]

No. [Not giving any more info than she has to.]

Text.

[fierybluebird]

Old wound?

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[fettuttittes]

Obviously not old.

[Voice--Spanish]

[dontcallmegol]

Ah... Romana? {He hated to bother her but... that wound looks pretty bad.}

[Text]

[fettuttittes]

[By now she's more than well aware what the communicator's done to her. Too afraid to speak, just in case she shows even more of things she doesn't want people to know (ie, her emotions, how shaken she is that people now know) she sticks with the text functions, her replies slow]

Yes?

[Text]

[dontcallmegol]

What happened? Are you alright?

{He remembered seeing the cat fight but he didn't think it got THAT serious.}

[Video]

[fettuttittes]

[There's a long pause after he sends the message before the camera flicks back on, Romana clearly exhausted and trying to work out the cramp in her right hand]

I'll be fine. I... don't know what being away from my land will do to my ability to heal, especially if time is frozen there but... [Shrugs] I've lasted 3 years, I'll survive.

/NOT LATE also both bro and sis feel free to reply ;3;

[crotchroses]

[It was a brother's duty to take care of his family. They were not on the best of terms, no, but he couldn't consider Romana or Romano his enemies. With all that has been going on, France can't bring himself not to do something for them whether they want the assistance or not.

In any case, if anyone knew something about old wounds that bring up unpleasant memories, it was him, right?

He brings what supplies he can spare as well as a closed container packed full of food he's cooked himself from what Italian recipes he recalls. Stacked atop it is a package with bandages and other first-aid items, and on top of that is a folded garment--a slightly patchwork but carefully-sewn dress. It's difficult to manage something more practical given the lack of material, but this is the least he could offer. She was much too young to wear something like this in those days, and it would be sturdy and keep her warm when the colder months came--if winter was a thing that happened here. Worse case, he would alter the measurements for someone else if

/aaaaaah tags, but yes, Shugo feel free to come in!!!

[fettuttittes]

[She's not sure where's Romano's gone too, having crawled back into bed after their conversation, her communicator tossed under the bed as Romana tried to get some rest and pretend that this had never happened. Pretend no one knew about her wounds, that the ache in her body was just from a busy day and not from countless bruises and scars. She tries to pretend that she feels nothing but pain in her left side, that half the nerves there aren't dead

C:

[crotchroses]

[Ooh, he wants to pull her into his arms and hold her and tell her it's okay.

But his arms are full.

So that will have to wait.]

I have supplies for you and Romano, cheri! And a dress.

:3

[fettuttittes]

[And she bites.

Or hits. Whatever.

Gives him a tired glare] I don't need supplies. I'm not helpless, I can cook, I can find things. And that thing looks more suited to being a blanket rather than a dress.