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[richesse]

[ There’s a whisper through the murmur, more a breath of feeling than a fully formed thought. It’s sweet, and warm, and laughing—though it is not gentle, nor kind.

A voice follows the whisper, chased by darkness and shadows, the very suggestion of a nightmare. ]

Do you think we’re still dreaming? Or is this a living nightmare?

[ a hum, and another brush of teasing laughter, there and gone like a brief burst of memory, the last moment of summer that you can taste on your tongue before it’s irretrievably gone. ]

You’ve changed, haven’t you? We all have. What are you thinking, right now…? Who are you?

What are you?

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[untilldeath]

[It feels so lame saying all of the above. There's a hint of embarrassment in the strange bond, but the reality is that he doesn't have a lot of strength right now. He can't be proud at the moment if he wants to survive.]

Clothes, especially something warm, if you have anything you're able to spare. And uh... what sort of weapons? I haven't used one before, but considering all those things that look like they wanna eat us, I'd feel better with something other than the giant stick I found.

[ . . . ]

You mentioned something about medicine earlier...?

[richesse]

The best I can offer is knives or metal piping, I’m afraid. Still, either is likely to serve you better than a simple stick.

I’ll bring you a jacket. As for medicine…

[ a beat. ]

That might take me some time to procure. What is it that you need? Are you sick?

[untilldeath]

I have an injury. I thought if I had ointment, or... I dunno, an antibiotic of some sort, it might help it heal faster, or dull the pain.

[He at least answers that honestly.]

It's not like there's any vets in this place, though, so I guess medicines gotta be made from the plants...? I don't know much about that kind of stuff.

[richesse]

If we're lucky, pre-prepared medication will be around, if we dig. Antibiotics and painkillers it is. If you can last, come see me in a few days. I'll have what you need.

[untilldeath]

Sure. Just tell me where.

[ . . . ]

... Thank you

[richesse]

Oh my. You're very welcome, Till.

[ of course, he won't forget that he owes her for the warm clothes she's bringing him. ]

Reach out to me through this strange network. I can find you.

[untilldeath]

[He isn't sure how that is supposed to work, but he also doesn't doubt it too much. Nothing in this place is normal. He doesn't question it.

Instead, he tries to do as directed. He has no idea how, but that doesn't stop him. He just... does, as though on instinct. He mentally reaches out with the desire to see her, and strangely, it feels as though there's a sort of... connection.]