[stolen journal 30]
...I can sense it. She's back. Alia will be in delicate condition, so I ask anyone who knows her to please help me watch over her. I will be returning her to the clinic.
[Action]
[She's landed somewhere in the forest, which is where Leto's heading. He comes across her unconscious and half submerged in the river. Oh, this is going to be difficult. He tries to remove her by dragging her out by the foot, but to do so he'd have to either clock her head on the slimy river rocks or reach in there himself, which would hurt very very muchly. Frustrated, he removes his waxed robe and ties it under her shoulders.
He drags her out that way, but now the robe's damp enough that he can't put it back on. So he wraps her unconscious form in it (she seems to be mumbling, sleep-talking to her other-lives, that stratum of other consciousnesses that lie within them both). Seeing her like this, vulnerable and asleep he begins to pity her. They were both Atreides preborns, forced to accept too much responsibility too soon. She failed the test while he passed, but there's a certain kinship there that only one other person could possibly know.
He slings her over his shoulders and walks her over to the clinic, still wrapped in the robe. Hopefully in all the confusion noone will notice the sandtrout covering half his body...
Feel free to encounter him at any point]
[Action]
[She's landed somewhere in the forest, which is where Leto's heading. He comes across her unconscious and half submerged in the river. Oh, this is going to be difficult. He tries to remove her by dragging her out by the foot, but to do so he'd have to either clock her head on the slimy river rocks or reach in there himself, which would hurt very very muchly. Frustrated, he removes his waxed robe and ties it under her shoulders.
He drags her out that way, but now the robe's damp enough that he can't put it back on. So he wraps her unconscious form in it (she seems to be mumbling, sleep-talking to her other-lives, that stratum of other consciousnesses that lie within them both). Seeing her like this, vulnerable and asleep he begins to pity her. They were both Atreides preborns, forced to accept too much responsibility too soon. She failed the test while he passed, but there's a certain kinship there that only one other person could possibly know.
He slings her over his shoulders and walks her over to the clinic, still wrapped in the robe. Hopefully in all the confusion noone will notice the sandtrout covering half his body...
Feel free to encounter him at any point]