The Causeway [Late Thursday morning]

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela was standing at the Causeway when Hilshire arrived to pick her up. She was feeling okay, but the headache was slowly building again. Her back was straight, her posture solid. No trembles today, at least

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[glacial_witch]

Karla had finally caught up on radio, and had spent half the afternoon looking for Triela. "Triela!" she yelled, dashing for the Causeway. "Wait! Hold on!"

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela paused in her quick stride and turned. Hilshire paused and turned a second or so later.

"Hey, Karla." Triela mustered a smile. Hilshire settled for a nod.

[glacial_witch]

Hilshire got an absent nod back, Triela got an assessing look with Craft. "I--you--why didn't you call?" Karla said, debating whether she should just pull Triela in for a big hug. "I wasn't so busy with maenads and sacrifices that I wouldn't have--"

She clamped her mouth shut. This wasn't about her and making about her was just immature and selfish. "Have you figured out what's wrong?" she asked instead.

[sie_bruder]

"Not yet," Hilshire answered. "We're going back to Rome to run some tests."

As for the why Triela didn't call bit... Well, she just shrugged. It was almost an apologetic gesture, but... not quite. This was Triela.

[anarchist_queen]

As sometimes happened, Leda managed to show up in the right place at the right time, largely by accident.

She stopped her motorcycle when she spotted Triela. "Hey, you leaving us?"

[sorella_vecchia]

"Medical check-up," Triela explained as she looked over at Leda.

[anarchist_queen]

"Routine or is something wrong?" Leda asked, concerned.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Something has disrupted my blood chemistry," Triela explained. "I need a full check-up."