*Selphie's still bedbound, looking pale and exhausted. Using too much magic and energy against those fishy foes has really taken it's toll on the girl.

Her eyes are wide with concern, and her lips are a shaky kind of smile*

Does anyone know about Lavi...? Have you heard from him? Is he okay...?

I can't - I can't seem to get in touch with him but... ( Read more... )

*Selphie's sad eyes blink into the SFC. She might not be as obviously wounded as many people, but there's a deep cut on her bottom lip. Her lips part slowly and she blinks again, willing herself to speak. It takes too much effort, and she closes her eyes, her voice coming out as a whispered plea*

Could someone...please get me some...w..wa-water...?

* ( Read more... )