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[From here, and this was actually December 1st, shh.]

Nefret wheels the dilapidated wheelchair with the not-quite-dilapidated-but-not-so-good-either Alessa in through the door, and to a clean empty bed.

"Your space, for as long as you'll need it," she says, smiling. "Can you tell me what happened?"