19 - PAfH; [Audio // Common]

[oblique_wisdom]

[For as calm and composed as Zelda may sound, her position is hardly of the sort. She’s back in her room now, lacking a variety of objects-many of which mean something of great sentimental value to her. If it’s never been apparent before, it certainly will be when she finally manages to speak. She has no intentions of publicly speaking about

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[thenotmagician]

Zelda. Y'alright?

[oblique_wisdom]

As much as I can be given the circumstances. My apologies for worrying you, Sir Zeke.

[thenotmagician]

Don't apologize, Zelda. Y'don't need to. Not your fault.

You're not hurt, right?

[oblique_wisdom]

...No.
I seem to be relatively unscathed.

Thank you.

[thenotmagician]

[Thank God]

Everything's gonna be alright, alright? I'll take care of things. You just...

Just be safe.

[oblique_wisdom]

...Now is not the time for irrational actions. Please do not act brashly. It would serve little purpose and grant us little--if any--progression.

[That's a two-way street, Zeke.]

[thenotmagician]

Don't worry. I'm not about to go bashing people over the head.

[oblique_wisdom]

I am relieved to hear you say such. Please do not cause me any further worry.

[thenotmagician]

Don't worry.

...Y'need anything? I think I've got some leftover strawberry cheesecake in the kitchen I can bring over.

[oblique_wisdom]

...Cheesecake? I do not know what that is. I have never had any.

[She seems to remember Zeke telling her that cake was good for cheering people up, however...]

[thenotmagician]

Yeah. Strawberry brownie cheesecake. I'll even bring watermelon, too.

[oblique_wisdom]

Watermelon.

[The smiley fruit, he said.]

Verily then. A little nourishment would likely be... beneficial for my status. Thank you.

[thenotmagician]

I'll be over soon, then. Where's your room?

[oblique_wisdom]

[Does she trust Zeke? Yeah. She does. Even if she doesn't have a lot to say...]

Deck 5. Room 6333.

[thenotmagician]

[Zeke's been running around since two in the morning. He's exhausted, but he really doesn't give a shit. His friends are back. That's all he cares about.

As long as they're safe.

He arrives at Zelda's as quick as he possibly can. His leg's starting to bitch at him, making his limp more pronounced. All in the name of love, right?

Knock, knock, knock Zelda]

[oblique_wisdom]

[She's willing to let him in, and it shows when she opens the door and with a sweeping gesture, invites him. She feels amazingly plain compared to the norm, but chances are Zeke will only want to know that she's safe. Once he sees that, it'll probably be good enough for him.]

Thank you, Zeke.

It does me well to see a face of allied affiliation at this time.