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Christel bustled around the infirmary, searching for someone who could help her. It was time to change Laurian's bandages again, and she needed help with that. But of course, there was no doctor, no nurse, no one available
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Perhaps for the first time since she woke up, Laurian lifted her head at Rei's words to look at her. It was safe now; Rei wouldn't see it. She looked at the black hair that fell down. It looked somehow less shiny than it did in her memories, as if the worries, pain and sadness had taken away its luster. But then she gazed back down at the blanket again. Almost unwillingly, the memory of Moira came back to her. Moira would understand it. Moira would understand she just needed some time. Of course, Moira had always known her better than Laurian had done herself. It made her wonder if she and Rei were really meant to be together. All she knew was that she wanted to protect Rei, something she could not do in her present state.
Deep down inside her, a conflict between wanting Rei to stay and wanting Rei to leave began. They were both so equal in strength that it went on and on and on, leaving her feel even more confused and uncertain than before. She finally decided that if it made Rei feel better, she could perhaps bear the guilt and shame while she let the priestess be around her. Maybe she could slowly get used to it.
Laurian looked up again, this time to speak, and to let Rei know it was alright if she wanted to be here. But words got stuck in her throat. Asking her to be here... was something she could not do. Almost in defeat, she gazed back to the blanket.
"...Sorry." Her voice was hoarse, though mostly because of her refusal to talk. Laurian struggled to throw out the next two words. "Bad... bad memory."
She now just hoped Rei would understand the message.
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