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[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

[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?"

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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

The girl peers around in mild horror, then glances at Nefret, wide-eyed at the enormity of the question.

She shakes her head dumbly. To speak of it... might call the nightmare here again. Even if Daddy killed the god in her... it's a god. Is it really gone?

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

"Maybe speak simply. Start at the end and backtrack, if it's easier," she suggests.

"Right before you were here, maybe."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Panic. She sucks in air, gripping at the armrests.

"mama... fire..." she chokes out.

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dear, oh ..."

Nefret knows what it's like to lose a parent.

Kind of a lot.

"You poor girl. Do you have a father?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods sadly.

"cheryl did..." Whether Cheryl is her name, or some other person, is unclear.

Her eyes unfocus slightly.
"daddy... help me... where are you?" She whispers, confusion and fear mingled in her weak voice.

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

Nefret's not sure what to do.

After a minute, "... what's your name?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"...alessa."

Probably. She's pretty sure. Because Cheryl went with Daddy. Didn't she?