11th Memory [Voice/Action][Future-dated to tomorrow]

[whats_a_sneeze]

[Sayo returns from the tunnels, and it's like a welled up pressure in her chest finally dissipates into something more manageable-to go from a battlefield of bodies to a clean, cold forest that takes the air right out of her... she almost feels detached from reality, for the return home. Nothing left physically but a bandaged arm. A stitched up cut

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[soulbait]

[Oh. She made it back.

...What to do. For now he just replies]

I have been as well as one might expect, given the circumstances.

[whats_a_sneeze]

[Ciel-san.]

Nothing bad's happened in Luceti while I've been away, I hope?

[soulbait]

Of course not - while much of the village is away to battle those of us left behind simply twiddle our thumbs and wait for the good news of your return.

[whats_a_sneeze]

Oh, I see... That's good, though. I wouldn't want any of you to be troubled, here as well, with something the Malnosso try. For the most part, everyone kept themselves safe. Mainly a few injuries here and there, but everyone looked out for each other.

/super late tags for super lateness

[one_green_eye]

[

not so high a filter, that Ginko can't read it.

Which he does.

Before going to see her, straight away.]

FOR SUPER JUSTICE!! （￣ー￣）b

[whats_a_sneeze]

[She'll be trying-trying-to simply continue on as usual at home. That is, clean fervently until even the smallest space is sparkling. She figures if she's moving, moving moving, she won't have to stop and think about much of anything. Right now doesn't seem to be a good time for thinking; not at all.

But the door will be cracked a few inches. Consider it her absent-mindedness right now, because she has quite a bit of that to spare for the outside world.]

[one_green_eye]

[he widens the crack upon his approach, but doesn't step in, yet. He's unsure what she remembers, and doesn't want to startle her. Quietly-]

--Sayo-san?

[whats_a_sneeze]

[She looks up from the coffee table, a little flustered from working for a few hours-she finds it hard to relax and rest, even after a full day's work of dealing with a battlefield.

... A battlefield she won't be able to forget, because she's here now, where things are harder to lose track of.]

A-ah, Ginko-san!

[She raises to her feet and unties her kimono sleeves to drape back over her arms, anxious when she realizes what he's probably here for. She's already planned what she'll say to him. Things went fine, she'd forgotten most of it, she helped out at the tents and made food and the like. It was unpleasant, but Luceti can be unpleasant.

So it wasn't so bad.]

Please, come in. Are you thirsty? I can make you something to drink.