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[coreenfennel]

[OOM: Coreen has an encounter while doing some late night drawing by an open window.  Warnings for nommage.]

A very woozy and hungry Coreen wakes up next to an open window, in a quiet hallway.  She has her charcoal and pad with her, and yet, no memory of how she got there, or why there's no sketch.

She sits there for a few minutes, trying her

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[leadinghome]

And a Connor almost bumps onto her, while going up. "Oops, sorry."

[coreenfennel]

She scrubs at her face slightly.

"No, it's my fault. Sorry," she says, leaning against the railing. "I should be more careful."

[leadinghome]

He tilts head, watching he woman. "Everything okay?" This is the second confused, drained-looking woman he meets here, so...

Connor is worrying.

[coreenfennel]

"Yeah, just...I feel a little strange," she says. "I probably just need to eat a little."

And get into her warm bed, where she belongs.

She tugs at the bathrobe around her, drawing it closer. It's chilly.

[leadinghome]

"By any chance... you feel cold, weak, dizzy, and have to idea why?" Okay, deja vú...

[coreenfennel]

"Add hungry to that list and you've got it perfectly." she says, a little suspiciously.

[leadinghome]

"Hmm... you feel hurt, aching or sore? I've met another girl who was feeling the same way, with a memory lapse too..."

[coreenfennel]

"Sort of," she blinks. "Why, what do you know about it?"

[leadinghome]

"I do not -know- anything, really. Just... well, two women with memory lapses, feeling drained. It sounds related?" A small shrug and he offers a hand. "I'm Connor."

[coreenfennel]

She gingerly takes his hand, and shakes it. "Coreen. What happened to the other girl?"

[leadinghome]

"You mean after? I helped her back in, stayed with her to make sure she was not going to get sick... and she seemed fine afterwards. Her name is Kate."

[coreenfennel]

"What was wrong with her?" Coreen asks as she takes a seat on the stairs.

[leadinghome]

Connor makes a face, frowning. "I have no idea; I am not a doctor." And he would not invade her mind looking for answers. "I think you should go down to the infirmary and see someone there..."

[coreenfennel]

"Probably just a cold or something," she says, shrugging, before leaning her head against the wall of the stairs.

[leadinghome]

"Hopefully. You need help heading downstairs?" But the young man sounds worried.

[coreenfennel]

She wavers for a minute before nodding. "That'd be nice. Thanks."

No sense standing on pride.