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[cauchemal]

[Shortly after the flood announcement, anyone on Level 7 might have seen or heard Mal running hell-for-leather for her room, followed by the sound of her door slamming shut. A little while later, the following is posted, all text. Strikes unreadable.]

Iroh, I apologise profusely for the late notice, but I am indisposed and will not be able to

Comments

[grand_lotus]

That's quite alright.

...

Are you unwell? I could bring you some breakfast after the shift is over.

[cauchemal]

Thank you. And that would be very kind.

[She's not planning to open the door when he comes, though.]

I expect I shall be fine as soon as the flood has passed.

[453gof_flesh]

What happened?

[cauchemal]

I would rather not say.

[453gof_flesh]

Is it that terrible?

[cauchemal]

It's personal.

[naughtbutlife]

[Guess who heard the door slam.] Madam? What on earth's happened?

Private

[cauchemal]

There is some kind of growth on my forehead.

Private

[naughtbutlife]

...pardon? A growth?

Re: Private

[cauchemal]

Perhaps you should come see for yourself.

I would visit you but-I do not wish to leave my room if it can be avoided.

private; text;

[lost_undercover]

You alright?

Re: private; text;

[cauchemal]

In general? Yes. But I've got some difficulties.

private; text; (SO WRONG.)

[lost_undercover]

You and me both.

..Do you need anything?

Re: private; text; (SO VERY.)

[cauchemal]

No. Angelica has offered to help, and Iroh brought me breakfast this morning.

Are you all right? What happened to you?