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[The voice coming over the journal sounds strained, rough, tired, and a lot of other things that imply its owner should really be in bed and not talking to people. But... it's also a little cheerier than it's been, and maybe that's enough.]

I know everyone's already started to chime in about being okay, and everything that's happened since the attack on the fortress the other day. So... I guess I should start by saying that I'm fine. Really, really tired, and I took a bad blow to my back that will take some time to heal, but I'm mostly okay. It's nothing some bandages and rest won't heal. [Probably.]

After that, though, I think I need to apologize. I said some... kind of careless things earlier. I wasn't really thinking straight, after... some things happened, and I'm afraid I worried a few people. So... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone straight to the journal after everything, and I kind of regret it now. N-not the part about telling everyone that the people had disappeared. Something else. Um... I'm just going to stop rambling about that for now.

I guess I'm just really burned out, and that's a hard feeling to deal with right now. I'm worried, and I'm exhausted, and I hurt, and there's nothing I can really do about it. I shouldn't be restless right now, but... here I am. So if anyone has any advice on not feeling like you've messed up really badly after everything that's happened, I would love it - I kind of need it.

[A short time after this goes up, Rikka's crewmates can find her out on the deck, looking out at the water. That, or preparing to make social calls to make sure her friends are okay.]

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Easy question to that is, then... I'm guessing you found what you were looking for?

[Alice is in... well, it's not her room. Her own room is actually quite dire, as there wasn't much left intact after steadily losing what was left of her sanity combined with a Precure's strength. One of the few remaining unoccupied rooms of the Shepherd serves as her current living quarters, and it is... quite barren outside her bed.

She doesn't really care, though. In fact, she's finding it very hard to care about much then and there besides the people closest to her, her worry for them, and... well, how utterly worthless she was now feeling.

Her left arm in a sling, she has also not very well left her bed for several days. Not that she'd done much sleeping. She'd passed out from sheer exhaustion after arriving back on the ship, but any rest was short lived. Nightmares punched through her dreamscape every time she drifted off. Rikka, bleeding out on that beach. Both her and Mana being surrounded by zombies and... the cavalry then not arriving to save them... And either way, Alice being helpless to save them. The dark circles beneath baggy, bloodshot eyes showed this lack of rest pretty well, as did her hair, hanging uncharacteristically loose around her face and not having been properly cared for as she normally would.

She reads Rikka's entry - because, really, she has nothing else to do - and just sighs quietly to herself. She hadn't gone back and looked at whatever Rikka had said when they disappeared. She's been afraid to, really. Already knowing what she did of what all this had done to Rikka, knowing any more feels like it would be too much. Of course, at the same time, she also feels cowardly in doing that.

She's been feeling like that a lot, actually. Not really talking much to anyone. Not even Lance. Just trying to stay in her own little hole in the wall, almost as if willing herself to be ignored, even though she knows that some never will. No matter how much she thinks then and there they would be better off if they just would.]

To be entirely honest, I find myself in need of the same advice.

[Gaius is in the kitchen. As much as it's a relief that everything's said and done and no one's gone and died, there's still plenty of things that weigh on the thief's mind. He knows he needs to say something, but he doesn't know how he'd go about apologizing for trying to kill anyone, even if it had been under an outside influence.

He's stalling and he knows it, but it helps take his mind off of things a little. This is something he likes to do, and he hopes others can enjoy it as well, once it's done.

By the smell of it, it does seem just about ready.

Gaius pulls the pie out, setting it carefully on the table. He'd gone easy on the sugar, and he hopes he didn't overdo it on the cinnamon. At least it smelled pretty good.]

[While she's really not all that familiar with Rikka, she does have a good impression of the other girl, and listening to her like this has Anise worried even if she doesn't know the full details of what happened. She considers just replying through the journal, but she's still not used to talking through the thing and she's always been a firm believer in the comfort of physical contact. And it sounds like Rikka could really use a distraction, so what would be better than providing one for her?]

[It takes her a few minutes to locate Rikka on the deck, but once she does she bounces up as if nothing is wrong at all.]

Hey, Rikka! Are you busy right now?

You took your vengeance for what you lost in the same way we all did. What are you apologizing for?

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