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Do take care if you are planning to walk around today. There are rabbits and baby chicks all over the hallways.

I will be delivering chocolate eggs for the holiday. Please enjoy them.

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[Though Evelyn doesn't know her personally, she's grown used to Daniella delivering sweets on holidays by now. She's been doing it for as long as she can remember, and she doesn't mind it. Chocolate's nice, anyways.

Cadence is out catching bunnies, so the redhead's alone. She opens the door when she hears her knock, one hand placed over her stomach. She wonders how far along she is (even if she only thinks she's having a baby.]

Huh-hello! ... Happy Easter.

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[loathemirrors]

Good evening.

[She gave a small bow of the head, but noticed the hand on Evie's stomach as she handed over a small handful of chocolate eggs.]

Is there anything else I can get for you?

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[Evelyn takes the handful with her free hand, still smiling.]

Uhm, n-...no, I'm fine, th-thank you.

[She winces from a pain in her lower torso, hand grasping at her stomach; ugh, god damnit, thinking you're pregnant really can make you experience the symptoms.]

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Let me help you, please.

[She gave a smile and gestured in to room.]

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[Wait, what? How does Daniella know - well, it's actually pretty obvious, when she's got her hand on her stomach like this and she's cringing. And Daniella's nice enough, she likes to help people...she must know something to help he with the pain.

She nods once and steps back into her room, nodding once.]

O-...okay. C-c-come in, then.

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[She gave a small nod and followed inside, closing the door behind her.]

Please lay down, Miss.

[With that, the maid stepped over to the bathroom to find appropriate items to help ease the pain.]

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[It's strange, having someone she barely knows in her room like this. Cadence probably wouldn't approve, but hey, she's in pain and Daniella offered to help her, okay?

The redhead nods once and goes to lay down on the bed.]

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[She's smiling as she rummages through the cupboard. Oh, this would not do.]

...I apologize, you do not have any pain medication. I will be right back, Miss.

[She walks to the door, giving a reassuring smile before stepping out. Normally, she would have shut the door behind her but without a key, it was rather pointless.

An hour passed as Daniella returned to the room, closing the door behind her fully with a bowl of angel hair pasta.]

Are you feeling any better or worse, Miss?

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[...They don't have any pain meds? Weird. Evelyn nods to Daniella as she exists and continues to relax on her bed, hands clasped over her stomach.

When Daniella leaves, Evelyn dozes off --

And then when she returns and she hears the door shut behind her, she's awake again.]

Uhm...about the s-s-same...

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[loathemirrors]

Here, try this, Miss.

[She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and passes over the bowl after helping Evelyn to a more comfortable position.]

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[Oh, Daniella is so sweet, helping her like this. She gratefully accepts the bowl and twirls a bit of the pasta around her fork, popping it into her mouth.

Mm, it's niiiiice.]

Th-...thank you for this. You're...b-b-being very kind.

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[loathemirrors]

[She watches Evie until she is done or can not eat no more.]

It is my job, Miss. I do not mind.

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[It doesn't take long for Evie to finish the pasta. It's really damn good, and she hadn't eaten much today...so she's grateful for the food. She hands the empty bowl to Daniella with a smile.]

Thanks. A-...again.

[...Cringe. There's that sharp pain again.]

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[She takes the bowl back and places it on the dresser.]

Did it not help?

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[Evelyn blinks a few times in quick succession. She's starting to feel oddly drowsy, which is strange - she slept well last night...]

I -- ... feel n-nice, actually.

[Yaaawn.]

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[She gives a small smile, moving her hand to caress Evelyn's cheek.]

The pain will go away soon, Miss.