"No," Katchoo said dully, her voice even more hoarse than usual. She didn't quite believe herself, though, because one look at Emma's bearing when she walked back into the house had told her it wasn't good.
(
Emma managed a smile that tried for brave but faltered at the outskirts of dulled optimism. (Somewhat image-heavy post follows, possibly triggery for illness.) )
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