mental link: D46

[erbier]

[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.

Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]

ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.

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[erbier]

( Mara... )

[ Soft and groggy, and as though she must verify to herself who is who. ]

( Strangely. As though I went a very long ways, but travelled no where at all. )

[snaphiss]

( I'd hate to suggest you need more rest. )

( Are you still in your room? )

[erbier]

[ She startles, as if she hadn't entirely realized where she was at all, as though her body hadn't even entirely occurred to her yet. ]

( Yes, I had not... moved yet. )

[snaphiss]

( Stay where you are. )

[Mara intends to go and get her a warm meal, before she realizes she only knows how to reheat food packages, and not everyone likes those. Mara brings her a glass of water, and sits in a chair by her bed.]

Here. You must be thirsty.

[And hopefully she hasn't noticed the dead plant by her bed yet, sh.]

[erbier]

[ Ilde is sitting in a small pile of little gifts when Mara appears. She recognizes the things for what they are. She had done the same for Angel and Jessica each, but she also stares at them with a kind of puzzlement. The gifts had been her act to others, she'd never put much thought into who would enact it towards her. She had never expected to... fall under like this. She had thought she was quite well matched to her symbiote. What had she done to it? Overworked it, reached too far? Reached too angrily? The thoughts buzz in the back of her mind, a white noise of discomfort, as she reaches to take the water Mara brings her. ]

Thank you. It's good to see you, I missed you.

[ What she means is more akin to 'I missed being awake', 'I missed feeling all of you around me', but the specificity of Mara isn't exactly none, so it still counts. ]

[snaphiss]

[As long as Mara's been alive, she doesn't remember someone saying they missed her. She doesn't know how to react to that. What should she do? Will she offend, if she doesn't respond the right way?]

[And this sudden warmth in her chest, the knowledge that she's important enough to notice the absence of, how does she stop it? It's distracting her. She needs to do something, but she forgets in the flutter of feeling, the realization that she couldn't have possibly done anything for Ilde while she was asleep. Why was she missed?]

[It's enough for Mara to forget to hide the dead flowers by Ilde's bedside before Ilde notices. A beat too late, Mara answers.] I... was worried you wouldn't wake up. You aren't injured?

[erbier]

[ Her eyes flicker up, but she knows Mara well enough by now not to point out her buzz of emotion. She remembers being instructed not to dictate her emotions for her, so she will just have to let the woman figure it out for herself. ]

I am alright. I think I... pushed myself too hard.

[ She is loathe to admit that, especially after asking Mara to train her, but it is the best way she can understand what has happened with her limited knowledge of why anyone falls into these empty sleeps. She looks away, frustrated, her eyes at last catching on the plant at her bed side. ]

It needed water...

[ As if surprised she would have to explain that. ]

[snaphiss]

Hm. An oversight. We'll work on it. Oh- [And then she remembers that stupid plant.]

[Mara is always more comfortable with things she can control. Plants are needy and give nothing back. Loathe as she is to admit her own fault, this one just... doesn't matter.]

[Dryly,] I was told I gave it too much.

[erbier]

Too much--

[ The horror in Ilde's voice is there. She had been raised in a world where water was a scarce and precious commodity. How did you give a plant too much water?

She turns towards the little potted plant, plunging her fingers into its soil, touching its leaves like a doctor in the midst of diagnosis, making noises like a worried mother all the while.]