[everything, everything hurts. she can't even pinpoint a place. even so, she has to figure out where she is. but even more so, she has to raise her arms. one goes up, slow, feels the edge of the tray. her ears hear the breathing - someone asleep - and she has to try to piece together clues. not her bed, not the manor - there's not the dust and the weight. so, Yogen, but where in Yogen? someone saved her. unless she's in between even more, again, and she wonders why she couldn't visit that beach one more time.]
Where...
[her voice is soft, her throat hurts, but the words come out still.]
Please...where am I?
[please wake up. hear her, or she'll be forced to try and knock the tray over to make a noise. help her, because to not know where she is or who is near, that much scares her.]
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Where...
[her voice is soft, her throat hurts, but the words come out still.]
Please...where am I?
[please wake up. hear her, or she'll be forced to try and knock the tray over to make a noise. help her, because to not know where she is or who is near, that much scares her.]