[⌖ 001] - Video (Backdated to the 27th)

[provenworth]

What in Shiva's name…?

[When the video turns on, the figure is clearly frustrated and distrustful, if not looking very exhausted. Honey-colored eyes are dulled and strained, her skin a ghostly shade of pale, a single bandage pressing against the right side of her cheek. Fingers grasp at the top of the note she had been reading, lips pulling in a frown.]

This.

This can’t be right and it isn’t funny. I’m in no mood for jokes right now, so I demand an explanation for this.

[Lowering the note beside her on the bed, Elena gently rubbed at the side of her head, giving a slight wince. She had been under constant watch for the last 48 hours, being pumped full of Cure and Restore to mend internal and external injuries. But clearly she wasn’t entirely healed, which earned a frown.]

Also, what was with the paralysis? Did somebody drug me while I was sleeping to perform a relocation? This isn’t the room I was in last…

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[midgarhorizon]

[He lowered his head a bit and smiled.]

Thanks...

[Just thoughts going around his head, that was all they were. Truth was her presence here had him torn on a lot of different levels. He was glad she was here, but she had been through too much already for her to go through this place too.]

I'm glad to see ya too, Elena.

Action!

[provenworth]

[Her smile widens, the first smile since she arrived here, since Rufus was diagnosed with the Geostigma, and since them. It felt weird and good, awkward and relaxing. A part of her knew that it shouldn't be that easy to smile, but she couldn't help herself. Not when she knew that she had survived and that the first one to find her in this place had been him. She couldn't imagine how he had felt as he lifted that helicopter out of the crater, leaving them both behind.

Fingers clung loosely to one another in her lap, thumbs rubbing against one another. Moving minimally, her body leaned towards his, her shoulder and upper arm pressing against his, blonde hair brushing against the collar of her vest with the faint tilt of her head.]

How bad it is? This place?

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[midgarhorizon]

[Leaning was good. He could lean, too; he hadn't forgotten. It felt good relying on another person like this.]

It's a nightmare.

[And no, he isn't joking.]

Action!

[provenworth]

[Leaning meant a whole deal more than people gave it credit for. It could invoke the feeling of companionship, of safety and security, of trust. And it always served as a way to get that physical reminder that you weren't alone.]

Nothing we can't handle then, huh?

[There's a short noise, sounding much like a subdued chuckle]

Action!

[midgarhorizon]

...you'd think.

Action!

[provenworth]

[She's frowning at the thought. So...out of the frying pan and into the fire.]

That bad, huh? Shit...