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[fallforthesky]

[There is an open door leading into a nicely-furnished bedroom in this neutral hallway. The bed is made, bay window open to let in the interdimensional summer breeze; shafts of afternoon sunlight filtering in and playing off the specks of dust, making the hardwood flooring gleam

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[stainedlotus]

[No stoic, cutting-off-the-world mode now, things are relatively back to normal now. But pausing near the door of the room, admittedly a little curious.]

[fallforthesky]

[While he's hesitating by the door, Lenalee's just going to keep on heaving and shivering and clinging to the floor like she might fall through it if she doesn't, completely unaware that someone's on the other side.] Oh, my god... Oh my god.

[stainedlotus]

Lena? [Yeah, he's hurrying over and kneeling down next to her, a hand placing itself gently on her back.] What happened?

[fallforthesky]

[She jolts at the touch, taking a sharp breath and promptly choking on it. askljcfa Wh-when did someone come in? A squinted, watery-eyed glance as she doubles over the bowl and hacks into it reveals a swimming blur of long, dark hair. And it doesn't really make her feel better.]

[Miserably ground out, wavering and split by coughs:] Kanda...

[regeneratory]

[It's the broken door that catches his attention. He pauses, putting a hand on Mugen's hilt before pushing open the door a little more and peeking in.]

[fallforthesky]

[Always with the hand on Mugen. Sure, it never hurts to be cautious, but it's somebody vomiting in an en-suite. For all you know it could be a pregnant woman you're about to walk in on with your hand on your sword.]

[But it's really not. Instead, it's Lenalee, and she is bent low over the toilet in the corner of the room with legs and arms and, well, everything shaking as she vomits up what feels like an eternally empty stomach into the bowl. Whimpering between heaving bouts.]

[Safe to say she doesn't notice him. Her ears are ringing.]

[regeneratory]

[HE'S JUST BEING CAREFUL but he does stop when he sees it's her, eyes widening.]

Lenalee--? [Moving that hand to push the door open further, dropping to his knees beside her.]

[fallforthesky]

[Tail-free, marking-free, halo-free, and a complete wreck. Her skin is clammy, hair matted and sticking to her forehead. Up until he drops down at her side, she continues to retch miserably; it's surpassed uncomfortable and slipped into painful, and her sight has narrowed down to what is directly in front of her.]

[Once he has knelt next to her, she swallows another rush of bile to look, resting a temple weakly against cold porcelain. It probably isn't healthy to go a whiter shade of pale than she already is, but as her eyes land on him, she somehow finds it in her to manage it.] Kanda...

[A croak. Tears begin to flow pretty much immediately after.] You're okay...

[1year_wakened]

[Ignoring all everything ever and just strolling in.]

[fallforthesky]

[Master of manners.]

[Tyki will find Lenalee kneeling on the tile in the en-suite, shivering and shuddering and about as pale as the whitewashed walls. By the time he comes in, she's luckily finished retching (for the time being), and is resting her forehead shakily against the toilet bowl. She thinks she might actually never be able to stand again.]

[A moment is in order before she notices he's made himself at home.]

[1year_wakened]

[YES. HE IS.]

...Food poisoning? [No actual humor in it.]

[fallforthesky]

[Good, because he isn't going to get anything even resembling a smile. And for whatever reason, she doesn't feel quite as surprised to hear his voice as she should be-- there is an automatic sort of jolt, and she opens streaming eyes to miserably glance up at him, but otherwise, she doesn't move.]

[Voice rough-hewn, a bit raw, and dripping in a kind of honesty that has no place in sarcasm:] Something didn't sit well with my stomach.

[Like, say, an Innocence broadsword.]

[stitched_akuma]

[The dented, cracked door plus the stream of hysterical words make her walk quickly towards the main doorway. She can't sense any Akuma nearby...but she knows from experience that that doesn't mean there isn't any danger.]

Excuse me, I'm coming in.

[fallforthesky]

[Fortunately (?), the only danger here is that Lenalee might honestly have a panic attack over the same things that've brought her to vomiting in some unoccupied bedroom's en-suite. At this point, she's bringing up little more than an empty stomach, because it's been a month since she'd last eaten and oh god oh god oh god--]

[Robin's voice makes her jolt upright, however, sweat-slick hands slipping over the floor in a bid for staying that way. N-No, nobody should see her like this. Shrilly:] I-It's fine! I'm fine!

[stitched_akuma]

[She stops outside the ensuite door, relaxing now that there doesn't seem to be any immediate danger to anyone. So there's no fight going on, after all...

But she hesitates. After all, there's a distressed girl in there, all on her own.]

Lenalee, is that you? Are you okay?

[fallforthesky]

[Not a physical fight, at least. We'll have to get back to you on 'mental'.]

[And for once, she can't force herself through the hoops necessary to put on a nod and a smile and brush it all away. Her own body doesn't feel like hers anymore. It feels like a murder weapon. So her voice wavers, then breaks in a sob's wake.] No. No, I'm not.

[meansprout]

[It's the sounds coming from inside that catch his attention as he passes by in the hallway. He thinks he can recognize that voice, but-- a girl sobbing in her own room is definitely a personal matter, not the sort of thing you just intrude on. He's about to go on his way-- until he hears the retching. And notices the state of the en-suite door.

And now he's worried. So, wandering carefully inside, towards the cracked door.]

Hello...?

[fallforthesky]

[--Shitshitshit. Someone's outside? Gasping wetly, she spits into the bowl, brings a shaking hand up to her mouth, and wipes the back of her wrist roughly across it, glancing at the door with tear-pricking eyes. She can hardly see straight.] S-Someone's-- in here!

[The words are barely ground out before another wave of nausea hits her, and she goes back to couching and clinging to the porcelain for dear life. It's been a cycle of this for at least half an hour, and her stomach aches from the convulsions.]

[mean_sprout]

Lenalee--? [That's definitely Lenalee's voice. He doesn't know which one, but he's met so few here--

He hesitates, fists clenching and unclenching at noises, but he's not about to barge straight in on her. So he remains where he is and listens, to see if she'll start calming down, or starts getting worse.]

and by couching I mean coughing, of course.......

[fallforthesky]

[She woke up to the phantom pain of being torn through on an Allen's broadsword and a exorcism scar ripping across her torso that's really only there in her head. By all rights, there should be no lower point than this. But the truth is, just like during their fight, there's always that last little bit she has to fall before she's truly reached bottom, and the second she places his voice (his accent, actually), that's it. All the breath in her lungs leaves her, pushed out in a strangled whine.]

Oh, my god...

[There's a sting on her tongue like tasting his blood again. She doesn't notice that she's started crying until she brings a hand up in disgust to wipe her lips again and touches off against tears. Crumpling up to retch some more.]