[It's a bit of an unusual sight, but at the moment, Priscilla is sitting in bed, wearing a slip-dress style pajama, and leaning on her one good arm. The other... well, there's definitely something wrong with it - it's there... mostly. But it's bone-thin - even thinner than normal, and covered in bandages from shoulder to... well her hand isn't
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What happened to your arm?
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But you don't have to be upset! I really am all right.
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[...wait, maybe that didn't sound right.]
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[She smiles a little.]
...I keep forgetting how strange that must sound to people. I'll be fine, really.
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[which isn't really the news Teresa wants to share, but it's better than the alternative.]
As will you, I hope. I have to admit that we exceeded my expectations. It was... good.
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Thank you.
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I don't know that we have the strength to confront an Abyssal without her.
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Oh! And I'll be fine. I'm a little strange, even for one of us.
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And, no. I don't think we do.
Which is why I'll be doing everything in my power to restore her. I loathe the idea of letting her near that creature again, but if it must be done--
[No. She hates this. But.]
I mean to keep us alive long enough to see Riful fall.
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No. Do worry about her. I just mean that she will definitely fall.
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Take all the time you need, Pris. We'll hold down the fort while you're recovering, okay?
[See? He's trying. A for effort.]
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I heal quickly.
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Wo-Worried? Who's worried? I'm not! Nope, not me.
[Deep breath. Calmer.] You'll be okay, I know. You can handle yourself pretty darn well.
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You're a terrible liar.
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