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[circumspector]

[ There's a crackle of static, of a radio station getting tuned in and a deep breath. Not a loud one, this one, just tentative brush at whatever is closest. ]

( ... Aoba? Petre? )

[ Well, someone's awake. Tired sounding, but awake and she tries to clear her mind to focus enough to reach out broaden to whoever might be nearby. More direct, a little more present. Nervous always, when she feels disconnected from others. ]

( ... Hello? Anyone nearby? )

[ and for anyone looking for her, she's around the Bearings as she catches up on what she's missed out on, getting herself cleaned up from her extended nap time, and plugging herself back into the nest of machines in the common area. ]

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[circumspector]

[ It couldn't be more welcome. She extends herself out to her, all easy unfold. There's a comfort to Ilde, a easy push and pull between them. ]

( Ilde. It's good to hear you. )

[erbier]

[ Ilde's embrace is sheltering, blocking things out with her presence, wanting to be the one focused on now. She has only just begun to realize she does this, demanding and jealous with those she favors most. In that way, she does not tell Angel that there was worry, that she was missed. ]

( How do you feel? )

[ Has she realized that yet another broodmate is gone? ]

[circumspector]

[ It's a selfishness she responds to easily. She is a scattered thing, always distracted. But to be near Ilde, she sprawls herself like laying under the canopy of trees. Thick branches that mottle the light onto her skin, warm against her. Lets herself just lay there. ]

( Tired, but... I suppose always am a little. )

[erbier]

( It's time to wake up, Angel. )

[ A tender coo. ]

[circumspector]

[ There's the feeling of feathers being smoothed out, the coo of the words to a bird stretching its wings out in the shade. ]

( But what if I was having a very good dream? )

[erbier]

[ She feels the duality of Angel. The innocence and the deception, in one. She has reacted poorly to the latter in the past, called her a witch, been torn about their relationship. But she cannot deny her affection for this girl. Her power in powerlessness. It is something Ilde understands without being consciously aware. Something she denies about herself. ]

( We can pick it up again later, don't worry. )

[ Ilde slept little, daydreams more common and more easily to control. She means it in saying she would help her sweet friend to recreate it if desired. ]

[circumspector]

[ and for the moment, Angel is just as much and as little as she appears, turning up into her with an easiness. Because she doesn't remember if she dreamed or not, but that doesn't matter so much as the want to share it with her. Give over this half of herself. Reality could be too cruel, sometimes, and they'd both looked on it too often. ]

( Then they will already be better than they were. )

[ Shared, was better, shared with Ilde, even more so. A thank you and an appreciation easy and all at once. The implication there between the words without saying so much, that she would have something kind to wake up to. ]

[erbier]

[ She likes this, this trust and the openness. There is something easy about, a lack of expectation or weight and instead just two hearts looking for something light and effervescent. An easy addiction, uncertainty at its heart, but no harm yet found in the tentativeness of the game, ]

( When we next return to the Station, we will make some time. )

[ For now, there was little choice but to focus on the mission at hand. ]

[circumspector]

[ sighs then, all lament, like someone really had told her she must get out of bed where the idea of doing nothing but drifting on the trickle of thoughts with Ilde was... nice.

Too keen, too soft a memory, what it was like to wake up, wrapped around Ilde, a better sleep than she could remember having. ]

( We could stay together longer then, I suppose. )

[ That will be what she assures herself with, pleased with it. ]

( I'll need to go back to... integrating myself, see if Sam needs any help and what he's found out. He has been alright, hasn't he? I am worried about the toll this place might take on him. )

[erbier]

[ A flutter, a memory rising that Ilde squashes down. She had been unkind to Sam, and to Petre both. Angel had not asked, she did not have to expose it, but there is such a thing as lie by omission. Does it need to be now? ]

( He takes on too much, like he always does. )

[ The first time he had called upon her to help him with his prophecies she had realized this about him. ]

[circumspector]

[ it doesn't surprise her, it's common for them both to do that to themselves. But it'd be worse without company she knows that. She'd done that before already. ]

( That sounds like Sam, I am not surprised. These people are very.... close to home for him. But we can work in shifts again so now hopefully it will take some of the burden off of him. )

[erbier]

[ She does not exactly have pleasure for that, but she also isn't going to stop them either. It's their choice to make, they have emotions about what goes on in this world far beyond what Ilde can possibly understand. She is more annoyed by the pettiness of the conflict than personally moved by it. For her part, this world is more like a dream than anything else. She knows her world was more centered in magic, but there is a point when what technology conjures comes close enough. She wonders if her world had been like this before it was destroyed. Full of people, lights and color, knowledge and indulgences. ]

( I will bring you both something to eat. )

[circumspector]

( Oh - )

[ What hasn't she done since waking up again? ]

( Food. Right. That will... definitely be good. )

[ Save her from herself, please world. ]

[erbier]

( Anything you would like? )

[ Her disapproval for that whole forgetting to eat thing is an undertone. ]

[circumspector]

( Uhm. No, not that I can think of. Anything is fine. Especially if it looks different. )

[ Got to try it all at least once. ]

[erbier]

( It is all rather foreign to me, but I will see what I can find. )

[circumspector]

( I'll look forward to it. )