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Padme is in the infirmary, keeping watch as she promised Simon. She's cleaned as much as she can clean and is now sitting with her hands in her lap over by the window, looking out over the dim, grey landscape.
Her eyes may be seeing something different.
She rubs at her face with her hand. Her skin is dry and itchy, and that, too, is something strange to her in this world of strangeness. She knows there's probably something she can do about that, but she is unsure of herself for the first time in her life and it's difficult to ask for help sometimes.
Especially for something so petty.
She looks around the room sometimes, curiosity lightly resting on the table where the second body lay. But she also promised that she wouldn't look at it, so she doesn't.
She turns her eyes back to look out of the window, and remembers a lost, lovely world, and smiles a little bit.
[OOC: mun heads off to work, slowtime through the day possible.]
Her eyes may be seeing something different.
She rubs at her face with her hand. Her skin is dry and itchy, and that, too, is something strange to her in this world of strangeness. She knows there's probably something she can do about that, but she is unsure of herself for the first time in her life and it's difficult to ask for help sometimes.
Especially for something so petty.
She looks around the room sometimes, curiosity lightly resting on the table where the second body lay. But she also promised that she wouldn't look at it, so she doesn't.
She turns her eyes back to look out of the window, and remembers a lost, lovely world, and smiles a little bit.
[OOC: mun heads off to work, slowtime through the day possible.]