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[fertilefootfall]

The infirmary is very full now, and Daffodil is feeling a little overwhelmed. She had tried to get out of the bed and find somewhere a little quieter, but the instant her toes had touched the ground, the usual plants had begun springing up, accompanied by the less-usual sickening, draining feeling, and she had swung her legs quickly back onto the

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[somebodysdog]

Ow.

Ow ow ow.

This are the noise Angua doesn't make as she turns her head to the side, and smiles. Hellboy has be-shirted her now, at least, and the bruising's subsided, even if her bones are still sore.

"That's pretty," she remarks.

[fertilefootfall]

Dafodil smiles, shyly.

"Thank you." She would pick a rose for the blonde who had saved her, but she doesn't think she could thow one that far. And she isn't going to ry walking again.

[somebodysdog]

Well, Angua doesn't really mind. It looks better growing.

"How are you feeling?" she asks instead.

[fertilefootfall]

"Still horrid," she says, sadly. "The rose hurt me."

[fengmei]

River had just walked in, to look for Simon --

-- and the growth of the plant shocked her, and she reached for it, touching it, and yet still not sure if anyone else can see it there.

It might not really be. Like that stick wasn't.

[fertilefootfall]

It's really there. Really there, and it has thorns, sharp one.

"Careful," says the little girl in the bed the bush is growing by.

[fengmei]

One of the thorns pricks her finger, but the way River acts, it's as if she'd done it on purpose.

"Making sure it was not a hallucination," she explains. "Produced by too much melatonin. I overslept."

[fertilefootfall]

"It's real," Daffodil assures her.

"It's growing in a funny place, but it's real. Would you like a flower?"

[notahick]

"Hey."

There is a voice from a blond, who is pale and wan but young, coming from another bed. "Are you a mutant, little girl?"

Just curious, and all.

[fertilefootfall]

Daffodil frowns at her, forehead wrinkled.

"What's a mutant?"

[notahick]

"People with special powers. Born with 'em. You might not be.." she shrugs, a little. Depends on where she's from, Paige supposes. "Where are you from, sweetheart?"

[fertilefootfall]

Daffodil pauses for a moment, then smiles sunnily. "A long time ago, and a land far far away." It sounds like a rote answer, but it also sounds like the truth.

"And my name's Daffodil. What's yours?"