My Hands, Your Hands

[rebeliune]

characters: Lightning Farron (rebeliune), Serah Farron (dashthroughsnow), and Savannah Felicis (bioweaponed).
location: Rosewall Inn
time: Night
rating: PG
open/closed: Closed
summary: Lightning finally takes the time to rest and ponder over Serah's crystallized form. The night brings an unexpected encounter.

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[rebeliune]

[ Lightning stands, still staring at her. She never liked idleness, but again, what can she do? Could she do? Crossing her arms, she tries to think of several ways. This place brought her by magic... From the way it sounds, from different worlds. Solace should have expended a great amount of magic to bring her and others like her in here. Which means they should be capable of curing Serah...

[ No, they aren't fal'Cie. And grasping at straws, which Lightning knows she's doing and berates herself over, isn't going to help the problem. ]

[bioweaponed]

[ The knock on the door is quick but formal. It's supposed to rattle Lightning out of her thoughts and bring her back to--well, opening the door--Solace. When Savannah was first told about this mystery, he had taken interest in it, even if he felt weak. He got to the Inn as fast as he could, after fulfilling duties. ]

[rebeliune]

[ The knock does snap her to attention, hand immediately going to the handle of her Blazefire Saber and activating it. She glares at the door, not expecting anyone to even bother her or want to bother her at this time of night. Never a moment's rest for her, huh? ]

Who's there?

[rebeliune]

[ Here, Serah. Have Lightning's face looming overhead. ]

I'm here, Serah. Right here.

[bioweaponed]

[ He looks over his shoulder, as he picks up. ]

No, miss.