Not again...

[st_joan]

Here's someone the Inn hasn't seen in a while.

She's a little paler than usual, and she's lost some weight, but you can put that down to having been in the hospital. And she goes a little paler as she steps inside and sees where she is.

"Oh, no," she murmurs softly. "No no no no no..."

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[r_h_g]

"Joan!"

Cecily pretty much launches herself out of her chair, toppling it, and clings tightly to Joan for a moment before pulling back to look at her. "God, how are you feeling? How long's it been? I've been worried sick, are you okay?"

[st_joan]

Joan squeaks, a little surprised at the tackling. "Oh God. You're not... this isn't real. I was okay, I can't be here again..." She backs away a little, shaking her head.

[r_h_g]

"What're you..." Cecily frowns, then understands and groans. "Okay, seriously, you're not hallucinating. I know that's one of the symptoms of Lyme's Disease, I looked it up, but you're not. Your brother and your friend saw me when I took you home, right?"

She has to believe her. She has to.

[st_joan]

Joan takes a moment to consider that. She'd forgotten that, and Luke and Grace had asked who the hell Cecily was when Joan was better, so obviously she hadn't imagined her, but...

No. They told her it was all in her head, and that's the reason she's at this stupid whackjob camp, so she can get it into her head that it was all just because she was sick... "You can't be here. You're not real."

She probably means God more than Cecily specifically.