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[withpockets]

[Locked to Angels of Healing, Martha, and any Nephilim in the city who don't live in the Casa]Hi, my name is Donna Noble, and I'm the adoptive mum of a little gaggle of Nephilim. I know this city isn't really a good place for them, but we can't leave right now, and I know all of them are... starting to get ill

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[forissancta]

You're right -- this city isn't good for them.

When I was very young, I ran away to Rome, and exposure to the smaller, more stable Rift there nearly killed me. I endured it, but it was a very near thing. The only reason I've lived so long, and am still alive here is that I have an Angel of Healing by my side almost constantly.

Nephilim are prone to various maladies, especially autoimmune disorders -- our bodies are constantly at war with themselves. Regular healing has helped in my case -- it's difficult for the healer in question, but infinitely more manageable that it would be for just me. For Stephen, whose immune system functions as a normal angel's, the effects are temporary, as his body quickly rebalances itself where mine is incapable of doing so. He might be able to help the children if there's no one else who can heal them, though I worry about him taking on too much.

There are ways I've learned to deal with the constant pain of the Rift, and I'd be happy to attempt to pass those on to the children, but I make no guarantees that it will be pleasant or even possible for them to deal with it in the same manner.

[withpockets]

Thank you.

I've been thinking off and on about moving out of the city, it's just... I have people here that I need to look out for, too, and I don't have the means on my own to move us all, and taking care of them...

I'm trying to figure it out, and it's hard. I went from being just me to being a mum of four, even if three of 'em still call me Miss Donna, and I've got Des and Martha and even Maria helping me out.

[forissancta]

It's admirable that you're doing the best you can, though. And I'm grateful beyond words that the Rift brought you here. Don't doubt for a moment that, even here in Chicago, those children are far better off than they would have been otherwise.

As for your Doctor, if you're looking for him -- a house fell out of the Rift in Grant Park. You'll find him inside, though he seems trapped in there, for the time being, along with two others.

I have every confidence that he'll find his way out eventually.

[withpockets]

Trust the Doctor. I'm sure he'll be fine.

And... I know. I saw what Emily's life was like, what all their lives were like. I can't imagine doing that to a child. But I still feel I could do better by them.

Ah, well. I'll get it straightened out in the end, one way or another. Thank you very much.