[Stolen Journal 26//Action//At the clinic]

[goldenpathredux]

[Leto's dragged his aunt back from the desert and they both look a little the worse for wear. She's crazy and incoherent, mumbling things, he's tired and would be sweaty if he still could do that. Alia's slung over his shoulders in a parody of affection. Two crysknives dangle at his waist, hers and his own. Anybody here? Maybe a doctor? Better yet, an exorcist?]

[Written: Private to Cloud]

I did not mean to appear condescending. Let me rephrase that. If there is anything I can do to help your friend, please tell me.