voice;

[pastel_memory]

Where - [A rustle of fabric and a soft groan of pain.]

...Is everyone alright? What happened?

[A quiet pause.]

Arland. Arland, wake up.

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[madeinoblivion]

[He startles awake beside her, kneeling at her bedside but half-draped across her where he'd drifted off out of hopelessness and exhaustion.

But when she stirs he's up too, wide-eyed, bleary-tired and...it looks like he's had tears, by the smudged state of one of her sketchbooks, which he's still clutching in the crook of one arm]

Namine!? You're awake! Wha- what happened! Are you hurt? That thing-

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[pastel_memory]

[She smiles and sits up better as he moves closer to her, looking down at the pad in his hands.]

What were you doing with that? [A pause.] ...Arland. [She cups his face and brushes away the little red still linger under his eyes.]

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[madeinoblivion]

[He sighs heavy with relief, a huge weight off his chest that she seems dazed but well, still the guilt and still the worry, but the room feels a bit less touched with death-chill now, and he reaches for her shoulders, sitting up onto the edge of the bed.]

Trying to see if maybe the memories would- If something like your heart was taken out, like when mine, I...thought it might help, to put them close?

[...and that's about all he can take before pulling her into a grateful hug, sighing a muffled noise against her shoulder]

But you're okay? You're alright. You weren't dead, but after a whole day, when you still didn't wake up, I didn't know what to do...

[pastel_memory]

[She nods.]

That was a good idea. I don't...know what happened, but it might have -

[The girl quiets as he grabs her, slowly putting her arms around him. He's warm, thankfully.]

I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm alright now. I'm here.