[⌖ 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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Action!

[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...