[The door creaked open as Rikka let herself in; her immediate first look was to her friend's face, to see how she was. And boy, Alice looked like she'd seen better days. Not that she didn't know the feeling; she wasn't sleeping much better herself. But that wasn't important now. Good to know, sure, but it wasn't going to stop her now. Neither would the wound on her back that had torn open in the fighting, bandaged but still throbbing in protest at anything more than laying in her bed and lamenting her life choices.
She puts on her best gentle smile as she moves to Alice's bedside, pulling a chair from the deck behind her and setting it down before putting herself in it, trying not to wince where Alice can see. And once she's there... well.]
It's been a few days... are you feeling any better?
[The physical, she can fix, or at least try to. The mental... she'll get there next, whether she can fix it or not. They'd need to clear the air at some point, but... if Alice didn't want that point to be now, she wouldn't push too much, even if she needed the reassurance just as much.]
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She puts on her best gentle smile as she moves to Alice's bedside, pulling a chair from the deck behind her and setting it down before putting herself in it, trying not to wince where Alice can see. And once she's there... well.]
It's been a few days... are you feeling any better?
[The physical, she can fix, or at least try to. The mental... she'll get there next, whether she can fix it or not. They'd need to clear the air at some point, but... if Alice didn't want that point to be now, she wouldn't push too much, even if she needed the reassurance just as much.]