*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...?

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*Selphie's exhausted after fighting and fighting and rescuing and fighting and rescuing and fighting and fighting. But the girl doesn't stop. Still, she's far too tired to warrant a video appearance*

I'm in the safe house... Does anyone need help...? Healing...?