Zompania Draft: Coming Home

[frost_jewel]

Who: Anyone drafted to Zompania, or recruited as reinforcements, or left behind in the village. SO. Everybody!
What: The draftees and reinforcements return to the village.
When: May 26, early early in the morning
Where: Back in Luceti
Summary: Most draftees and reinforcements return to Luceti in the very early hours; now, instead of a medevac site for the draft, the village is a welcome (?) refuge from the nightmare of Zompania for its own. There's a high likelihood it still looks a lot like it has in the past few days; those in the fight didn't even get a chance to shower before returning.

(This is the place for all your post-draft trauma and reunions and every other thing. Have fun! And don't forget to entry-tag your character.)

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[distressedude]

All right. [He doesn't put up any argument with that. Truth be told, he rather feels like he'd rather just spend the next week or so laying down in bed.]

[When she returns with ice, he'll have shifted his legs back onto the couch so he wouldn't have to bend them anymore. He'd probably have to stay on the couch for at least a little while longer.]

[silversnowfall]

[Nephry borrows a throw pillow from the chair nearby, settling it beneath Ion's knees so they bend just a little. She has two bags of ice - with two healers in the house, they don't have any icepacks frozen - and one each goes on a knee. Hopefully it helps.]

You should probably lie back down and try to sleep again.

[distressedude]

[Ion nods and lies back, wincing just a bit from the cold when the bags of ice get settled down. But once the initial cold passes, it actually starts to feel a little better, and he visibly appears to relax a bit more.]

I'll... try. Thank you, Nephry.

[silversnowfall]

You're welcome.

[All this, and she still expects him to wind up sick. Nephry pulls the blanket up over Ion and his icy knees. There is little more she can do for him until he rests.]

[distressedude]

[He probably will. Nevermind his own weak body and how much stress he's been under these past few days -- a battlefield wasn't exactly the cleanest place either.]

[But for now, he just closes his eyes and tries to will himself to fall asleep, knowing it would do his body and mind some real good to try and rest. Even just dozing off for an hour would do wonders, no doubt.]

[And should Nephry come back on check on him in a little while, she'll find that he finally seems to have fallen asleep. For now. And with Colonel watching over from the end of the couch.]