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The vixen blinked. Perhaps only just realizing that voice... May be required. Had forgotten the last she had used it. Had been using notebook and pen... Last. Her ears still twitch when the question is posed, eyes flickering upwards in acknowledgement.
She smiled. Softly. Unoffended. She had some resemblance of a why her body struggled to remain stable. Quiet conversations with Anubis many moons ago... Matters of souls separated but... She didn't understand why she continued to glitch, when she was no longer only half a soul but a whole and a little more.
Hopelessly, Kiira began to shake her head in answer. Uncertain. Exhausted by the thought of it too, though she didn't mind the question itself. Teeth nipped the inside of her cheek as another voice called. Arrow? She winced. Even her thoughts felt too loud. Intrusive when let out. She wanted her notebook, but didn't feel strong enough to move again, her chest tight.
She cried the last time she saw Arrow. It's a fight against old, broken feelings. She hadn't been there when Arrow was sick. Hadn't been able to do anything. A prisoner in the desert. And it hurt still. That loss. And she was back... But... That hardly made it... It didn't change what had happened.
Kiira ducked her head in confirmation, tongue resting on the roof of her mouth. She hated being bedridden. Hated it all. She manages a terribly soft hum in confirmation, throat protesting in lack of use, as Torren explains. His overtly polite manner reassuring, if not bemusing as always.
The former medic shook her head as Aurum spoke. Sick. Her mental voice is still hesitant, just as soft as it would've been if she'd said it aloud. Better now, thanks to Torren.
[/td][/tr][/table]She smiled. Softly. Unoffended. She had some resemblance of a why her body struggled to remain stable. Quiet conversations with Anubis many moons ago... Matters of souls separated but... She didn't understand why she continued to glitch, when she was no longer only half a soul but a whole and a little more.
Hopelessly, Kiira began to shake her head in answer. Uncertain. Exhausted by the thought of it too, though she didn't mind the question itself. Teeth nipped the inside of her cheek as another voice called. Arrow? She winced. Even her thoughts felt too loud. Intrusive when let out. She wanted her notebook, but didn't feel strong enough to move again, her chest tight.
She cried the last time she saw Arrow. It's a fight against old, broken feelings. She hadn't been there when Arrow was sick. Hadn't been able to do anything. A prisoner in the desert. And it hurt still. That loss. And she was back... But... That hardly made it... It didn't change what had happened.
Kiira ducked her head in confirmation, tongue resting on the roof of her mouth. She hated being bedridden. Hated it all. She manages a terribly soft hum in confirmation, throat protesting in lack of use, as Torren explains. His overtly polite manner reassuring, if not bemusing as always.
The former medic shook her head as Aurum spoke. Sick. Her mental voice is still hesitant, just as soft as it would've been if she'd said it aloud. Better now, thanks to Torren.
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