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when johnny comes marching home

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

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[Presea blinks rapidly, and moves closer to Sheena's side, putting a hand on her arm to stop her from shaking her head, to stop talking, just to stop. She makes a pained sound, and lowers her hand after a while, to rub at her chest. There was that aching, constricting pain again.]

Do not talk. The battle is over, and...you survived. [Which she is so thankful for.] Perhaps from this defeat, the Malnosso will learn better tactics for battle. But until the next battle is decided...please, be well. And rest.

I know.

[not everybody did. Not everybody ever does. But Presea's touch is enough - she brings her free hand up to wipe her eyes with.]

I-I'm...sorry. I shouldn't- ...You're already worried enough.

[Presea knows Sheena's scared; she knows she's come back from a horrible situation, but doesn't know how to feel empathy, at least not to this degree. She's always been blunt and honest, sometimes inadvertently insulting someone, but this kind of situation calls for a little firmness, or so she hopes.]

Sheena, stop. ...Do not apologize for something you are unable to control. Your mental instability is common in those returning from large battles like this. I...I was worried...but I will worry constantly if you are to dwell upon the situation and become more ill than you already are. If anything, I should be apologizing for being unable to assist you well enough in this state.

...I am sorry.

[That, she means sincerely, even if her tone seems otherwise.]

I won't get sicker. ...Not because of me, anyway.

[she feels better than she did the night before. Somehow. ...Although 'mental instability' stings a little bit, that's the best description of what's going on with her and she knows it.]

Don't say that. You're helping. ...And you cared enough to worry even though you really don't...know us that well.

[And equally, Sheena's words sting a bit as well. No, she doesn't know her "friends" as well as she would have had she been from another time, but she knows them now. It may not be the same, but it meant a great deal to Presea.]

...That is irrelevant. I know you well enough from the experiences I shared with you and the others here...in Luceti. It does not matter to me if the memories I have are different from those you may remember, they are my own memories. [And she cherishes them.] But I...I am glad that I can aid you in some way, even if I feel I am not doing anything noteworthy.

[...If anyone around here has feet-in-mouth disease it's Sheena, isn't it?]

That's...that's not what I meant. I didn't wanna say your memories here aren't worth just as much or aren't important or something.

[nothing is going to go right today, huh? Sheena looks down again, clenching her fists in the blanket]

[Presea shakes her head slowly. Her hand comes back to Sheena's arm, trying to get her to stop for a second and just relax. If she works herself up any more than she already is, not only will Presea not know how to handle it, but she'll just break down again. Sheena's been through enough already, Presea didn't want her to go through any more emotional stress.]

No, it is all right. What I implied is that the outcomes would have been the same. My memories here, and my memories from your time...you are my companion, Sheena. ...And my friend. I have grown to know and...and to trust you and the others... I-I assume that showing concern for you is relevant to that fact.

But in relation to your instability, I request that you please do not overwork your mind and body. Your heart rate has increased, and you are shaking. [Presea locks her gaze with Sheena, and she looks serious and firm. Much unlike the child she appears to be.] I will not ask again that you rest.

[Presea's right. On every point she makes. Sheena nods and closes her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Eventually her hands release the blanket, and her shoulders drop forward, almost all tension gone. This time when one hand comes up to her face it's just to rub her eyes a little before she looks at Presea again]

I think I'm okay again for now. ...Thanks.

[It;s like a domino effect. When Sheena relaxes, and Presea witnesses it, much of the tension in her own body is released, though her physical signs are much less noticeable than Sheena's. Presea removes her hand from her friend's arm for a second time, but she remains by Sheena's side.]

...I will remain here until you fall asleep.

That...could be a while. I woke up not that long ago.

Then would you like me to prepare you something to eat? [If Sheena just woke up, and it's been quite some time, she must be hungry. Plus, with proper nourishment, she'd gain her strength back in no time.] I will bring it to you here, you need not move.

...Yeah, maybe. I could eat a little bit.

Understood. I will return with something for you to eat soon.

[Presea slides off the bed and makes her way out of the room to make Sheena something hot to warm her up. It's not much, just some soup, but it should be pretty good, and fill the young woman up well enough and relax her nerves as well.

Like she said, Presea returns once it's done, balancing a tray with the hot soup, silverware, a napkin, and another glass of water in one hands as she opens the door and lays it down on the nightstand beside her friend.]

Here.

[Sheena reaches both hands for the tray, much steadier now than she was. Having someone to sit with her helps, more than she is capable of saying right now.]

Thanks. It smells good. [and tastes good, too, once she has a few spoonfuls]

I am glad. [And she really is, even though her tone may seem otherwise.] I prepared it with your health in mind...so all ingredients included should excel in nutritional value.

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