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[atlantismother]

New Atlantis, like her mother city, persisted. Time passed, the world, whichever it was on, turned. The Island played its games, and dealt its tricks, and dear friends and family vanished without a word. Eras faded from one to another, and those who called it home changed from generation to generation, yet New Atlantis persisted. For every dear

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[spirited_hero]

[atlantismother]

She'd been quite absorbed in inspecting her ankle--which was in fact sprained, but apparently not so badly as she expected it to be--but one did not live on Atlantis for as long as she had, or even spend so long as she did heading up international negotiations, and not develop a keen perephial vision.

That said, she didn't immediately recognize the young man who approached her until the recognition flashed in his own face. She'd encountered him before, railing against the bookshelf, if she recalled correctly.

She straightened somewhat, and offered him a small smile. "It's not as bad as it looks. I think the clothing's got the worst part of the deal."

[OOC: Apologies, the comp died, and didn't know the PW]

[spirited_hero]

[atlantismother]

It was understandable. She'd had her own violent urges toward the island from time to time. Most often, it was before, in the days she'd first found herself on the island, but she couldn't say she never felt it since.

She frowned down at the ankle a moment, before giving a slight nod. "I suppose I should let Doctor Keller look at it." She offered the youth another smile, and held out a hand for help.

[OOC: I don't even knowwww how this didn't get tagged.]

[spirited_hero]

[atlantismother]

She flashed him a grateful smile at his offer of picking up the clothing, which she would now have to go back and clean again, after having Dr. Keller scold her for injuring herself.

At first, she concentrated on keeping her weight on her good ankle, and testing the sprained one with caution. She could walk on it, but it would aggravate it. She glanced over at the young man after a moment. "Not well, but I should be able to make it to the clinic." Of course, if she miscalculated how well she could walk with a limp, and the young man went on his way, then she would have to resort to hoping that Ronon were home.

[spirited_hero]