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[OOC: After this.]
Sometimes you have to get some air.
Sometimes you just have to (run away) get away.
Yuna was expecting the cold air of the empty Djose cliffside, outside the temple; not the crowded warmth of Milliways. But her face, twisted and set in hard, determined lines, crumples into desperate relief.
She can rest here without losing time. It's perfect.
(She set out from Besaid in a pretty new dress; it's been downhill since then. She's never looked quite this bad. There's blood in stains and patches, on her skirt and her sash, and her hair is in total disarray, clumped nastily in places. There's a smudge of blood on her cheek.
Her hands are clean, but red as boiled lobsters. Her sleeves are rolled around her forearms and pinned.)
She slumps over the bar, taking deep slow breaths. It hasn't occured to her--yet--that what worked for Ray and Garion could work for her; that there might be more than temporary respite here.
There might be help.
Sometimes you have to get some air.
Sometimes you just have to (run away) get away.
Yuna was expecting the cold air of the empty Djose cliffside, outside the temple; not the crowded warmth of Milliways. But her face, twisted and set in hard, determined lines, crumples into desperate relief.
She can rest here without losing time. It's perfect.
(She set out from Besaid in a pretty new dress; it's been downhill since then. She's never looked quite this bad. There's blood in stains and patches, on her skirt and her sash, and her hair is in total disarray, clumped nastily in places. There's a smudge of blood on her cheek.
Her hands are clean, but red as boiled lobsters. Her sleeves are rolled around her forearms and pinned.)
She slumps over the bar, taking deep slow breaths. It hasn't occured to her--yet--that what worked for Ray and Garion could work for her; that there might be more than temporary respite here.
There might be help.