The bedroom was quiet now, void of life save for Anna and a single mog. Her body lay curled beneath the down blankets and comforters, only a few strays of her soft black hair peeking out from beneath the sheets. She moaned softly, nuzzling the pillow bound in her arms. It was that, or she'd have done the same to Ramon. The woman loved to snuggle.
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"Anna? How do you feel?"
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One of the mogs came to him, looking over a clip board with vital recordings.
"She still needs rest, sir. Maybe if you come back later..."
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"Yup."
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After being chirpily informed that the moogles all had been notified to expect him, the wee furry beast indicated the hallway he pointed him down last time, the way to Senorita Truble's room. Salazar quickly took off in that direction. He again found himself entering a similar situation as last time, except for the fact that Anna appeared to be sleeping soundly this time, a pillow held close to her chest. Just the way he had left her.
He carefully and quietly made his way over to the bedside and cleared his throat.*
A-Anna? Anna, are you awake? I...I have something for you....
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He couldn't help it. He was completely FLOORED.
It certainly seemed like it was Anna in some respects...Same hair, same eyes...But she was...well, younger. Not nearly as young in appearances as him, but certainly a far shade younger than when he left her. And she appeared far more healthy, more vibrant...
He was thankful at this point that the vials he had brought were not in his hands when he had laid eyes upon her or he surely would have dropped and broken them. Instead, they both remained in one of his deep coat pockets and one of his hands wandered over to them, wondering if they were even neccessary anymore.*
...A-Anna? Is that...It that you? You are...different. Are you f-feeling better now? Are you rested? Healed?
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"What? What are gawking at?" Her glance now to Ramon. "Do I have something on my face? Am I still all wrinkly?"
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