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[Roshia wakes up and doesn't move beyond an inital pained examination of her surroundings. Mayfield.
For once, she doesn't care that she's sharing a bed with her not!husband, doesn't care that they're trapped in this fake American town. They're somewhere safe, and that's all that matters.
She lays there for a bit longer, it might have been moments, it might have been hours, she doesn't know and doesn't care. Her head still aches, vision tunneling and grey from pain. Eventually though, she gets out of bed and goes downstairs to the kitchen.]
Everyone has come back, да?
For once, she doesn't care that she's sharing a bed with her not!husband, doesn't care that they're trapped in this fake American town. They're somewhere safe, and that's all that matters.
She lays there for a bit longer, it might have been moments, it might have been hours, she doesn't know and doesn't care. Her head still aches, vision tunneling and grey from pain. Eventually though, she gets out of bed and goes downstairs to the kitchen.]
Everyone has come back, да?