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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel blinked for a moment, certain she was seeing things. After all, why not? She was damaged, her eyes should be playing tricks on her. But blinking didn't make the layers of jewel bright clothing go away. They stayed stubbornly, adamantly real. Piles of soft green and emerald, dark black and fiery red. Simple clothing, tunic style and wrap around shirts, mostly sleeveless though with the occasional jacket style for warmth. And pants, loose fitting and sturdy styles of cotton and silk...a wealth of fabric folded neatly on her bed.

Obviously there's been some kind of mistake, though she can't help but run bandaged fingers gently over the smooth fabrics, imagining she can feel them...

The mistake hope is shattered by a note that flutters from a shirt though...

For When you want to Get Out of the Infirmary You may want some Nice Things to Wear. The Bar is good at guessing Sizes. ~SVAVA

If anyone were to notice, her look is very close to shock, and she can't help but stare wordlessly for a moment or two.

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[withamagicword]

Billy peeks in. he had finally heard about her troubles. He comes over slowly and waves when he is in her line of sight.

[futures_of_ash]

She tenses at the movement on her peripheral, but when it proves to be Billy, she relaxes somewhat and nods slowly, hands full of cloth. ::Hey::

[withamagicword]

He cocks his head and thinks inside his mind, the echoes of something more boosting the 'signal'.

::can you hear me like this?::

[futures_of_ash]

::Perfectly:: she assured, unfolding another shirt to look at.

::You doing okay?:: she doesn't doubt it had been him she'd seen falling. No, not in the least.

[withamagicword]

He smiles and sits.

::foir as certain value of the same. Can't talk. But, how are you? I heard about this.... you lookk like I have a few times.::

[futures_of_ash]

As he sits, clothing is promptly deposited in his lap for folding. No need to make him sit idle after all. He'd probably notice her hands shaking lightly as her Teke hiccups, shadows flashing in her eyes.

::It's bad:: Just images, revolting looks at herself as she peeled back the gown when she arrived, nothing more, but stomach churning for some.

::Can't talk huh? Sucks kid:: she offered, a lighter though emerging, dripping with pain from her mind.

[withamagicword]

He chuckles silently and arranges clothing, folding it neatly. He was taught to do it well. Foster mom and all.

He sighs as he sees the images. he was in Hell, torture in the mind of a demon for what felt like centuries even if it wasd mere moments... to him, what she shows him is mild, but the horror iof it being on sosmone he cares about? That makes him a little Mad. But he drags it under control.

::I'm sorry.::

He smiles.

::I am trying to get by. I write fast... but yeah, it sucks::

[futures_of_ash]

He does a better job folding than Rach does, Teke or no. She was never one for domestic chores really...

It's hard to catch emeotios and stuff them away before Rach can at least peek at them though...normally she'd reach out and sooth hismind, let him know everythings okay like she did with his nightmares, but she cna't right now. What ever help she offered would be pain filled and dark, not something he needs, so she lets it pass.

::Don't worry about it:: you have entered the "Little brother" zone, you don't need to know.

::Why?:: it's a simple question really, with every shade of meaning from "Are you hurt?" to "Mental block?".

[withamagicword]

He eyes her and snorts, He will worry if he wants to.

::I pissed off the Spectre. He went insane and is trying to destroy all magic. So I tried to stop him... didnt do so well.::

[futures_of_ash]

Of course he will, but some things have to be played out in teh sibling dance after all.

::...so he cursed you with muteness? And tumbling head over heels through the streams?::

[withamagicword]

He shakes his head.

::He took away my voicebox and just... dropped me, like I was nothing, right throught he Rock of Eternity. It is... a focal point in space and time. He somehow sent me sleeping and spinning down through eternity...::

He looks at her.

::was that real;, what I thought I dreamed? your touch?::

[futures_of_ash]

She ponders that a moment...a missing voicebox is a little hard to fix. Point in fact she can't, so she'll give him what conversation she can, after all, not like she's been talking much either.

::It was strange to see someone I knew:: she admitted, opening her arms in case he needed a hug. It'd have to be a gentle one, but hey, he's a good kid, he'd know that.

[withamagicword]

He listens and smiles.

He touches her arms softly then shakes his head, instead projecting to her the rememberance of warm tight hugs, gentle. He smiles.

::Since i cant do it right, I can at least show you my memory of it::

He cocks his head.

::I am sorry I couldnt help::

[futures_of_ash]

Well, memories are as good as actions with Rachel. Especially when most of her own are churning glass. It sn't a comfortable thing, memory hugging someone as broken as she, but it isn't lethal either...

::You did:: Even seeing him lost and falling had helped her stay sane and whole that little bit longer. A few years at least.

::I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help::

[withamagicword]

He smiles at her.

::You did good. More than I could hope for. Thank you::

He chuckles soundlessly.

::So, I guess I wont be flying with you for awhile.::

[futures_of_ash]

Her movements still, and somehow there's a sense of...loss. She's not looking at him now, or the walls, or anything present in the here and now, no. ::...it won't be the same...:: she sighed into his mind.

But then her thoughts gain an immensely fierce tone ::But I still can::

[withamagicword]

And he smiles. His mental touch grows a little fierce, but still gentle.

::Good! You are meanto to fly and always should, even if it changes.::

[futures_of_ash]

There's the feeling of a razor edged smile at his words, and a brief glance around. She's not going out to fly now, but the thought is there. ::Hank'd kill me::

[withamagicword]

His face falls a little.

::He wont let you fly at all?::

There may be another mental hug.

[futures_of_ash]

::He worries:: and honestly, she knows there's reason to. Just because she can't feel most of her body doesn't mean it's okay to keep pushing it.

There's guilt now, smooth and calm, black as pitch and placid as a puddle ::He near tears his fur out sometimes...especially when I first went to the lake...:: but she can't stop that.

[withamagicword]

He nods, feeling for her, both ways. The he grins.

::Maybe I can watch you, make sure you are safe. My turn to help you!::

There is satisfaction at being able to do something, maybe, for his friend.

[futures_of_ash]

There is the certain feeling of a facepalm. A very definate one. There should almost be a sound. ::You get it past Hank and you're on::

How come people keep volunteering to watch her when she's already driving watchers nuts?

[withamagicword]

His eyes may look shifty. Maybe. You never know.

::I will do my best::

And he always will, after all, he will be around a awhile, and he knows he will be better again, someday, and then, he will take her flying if neccessary.

[futures_of_ash]

Shifty? Billy? He learned new tricks!

::I know:: she has faith in his ability to at least ask. After all, she'll be here awhile too. Probably longer than awhile, and she'll get closer to better in time.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy isn't sure if meeting in a dream classified as having actually met or not.

Nonetheless when he discharged himself from got out of the infirmary he had remembered her, and thought that even thought he wasn't working at the moment that she might like a visit. Even if he had been working, she is Hank's patient, not his.

So he approaches with caution, keeping his distance.

"Hello Rachel." he fidgets. "We sort of met in a dream, do you remember?"

His voice is gentle, and he is prepared to withdraw if he has to.