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[culver]

[nill is in her and heine's room, sitting on her bed. she's cradling her comm in her hands, and it's directed at the bedside table. on that table is a small pile of white feathers. she lets the camera sit on them for a moment before turning it to herself. her wings are tucked back behind her, though the tops of them look a bit ragged. at least she isn't terrified this time. she still remembers the first time she molted and how scared she was. but now she just looks tired, her hair tied up with the golden ribbon sansa gave her so long ago to keep her hair from catching any smaller feathers.]

If anyone needs feathers for anything let me know. There are only a few now but there will be more.

And hello to anyone new from the last jump. I am Nill. If you need help with something please let me know. I will do my best to help.

Comments

[culver]

[She nods, agreeing. They hadn't really talked about it, but the notion that they were stuck here for the time being was deep-set in both of their minds. For Nill, it wasn't so bad--she didn't have much back in their world. Yora, maybe, but she hadn't been sure about that then and certainly wasn't now. But Heine had so much searching to do still. Being here wasn't helping him figure out his past any faster.

Nill reaches up to fix her hair, frowning again. But it's more of a pout, in all honesty. She knows he's right, she just doesn't want to admit it.]

[chaineddog]

You know it just means that they care.

[And he is, by extension, talking about himself. They are both too well aware that if he didn't care they wouldn't be here at all. Or rather, their relationship wouldn't be where it was. To be honest, he was surprised that it got this far. Nill should have found other people who had their heads screwed on right to spend time with and there were more of those here than at home.

Cerberus could only laugh snidely, ask if he was getting soft or if that made him angry because wasn't she his? But no. She wasn't. She was her own person. It was just baffling to see that she had stuck around for that long.]

[culver]

[It seems silly to her sometimes that Heine can't see how important he really is to her. He hadn't just saved her--he had taken the next step and kept her safe, provided her with food and clothing, and protected her again when the brothel thugs had tried to take her away. She was his, in a way, just as he was hers. They shared a mutual existence of pain and rebirth.

Nill's expression softens and she reaches out to gently touch his cheek. He's right, of course. People didn't nitpick and badger if they didn't care. She nods. eyes closing briefly. A small drop of blood begins to drip from her nose.]