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Um... hi. [ She feels a little awkward, not knowing how to begin -- but she softens it with a laugh. ] It's been over a week now ... I wanted to thank everyone who's been taking care of me, and everyone who's come to see me at the clinic! It made me really happy. [ A beat ] And look, I'm even outside today!
[ She turns the journal away from her and holds it up. Anyone who cares to look will see the jewel blue sky and a few tree canopies creeping into the edge of the frame, from where they overhang the path. There is a quiet laugh as she does it -- and a murmur of "you dork," both from a male voice. Xion's own quiet response is to laugh, and return gently, "I am not!"
It's been getting better, doing things with her hands. Her whole right side is still sore, but it's come a long way from the hideous, blistered mess that it was the night of the fight. It's a little easier to use her left hand ... her wrist and her shoulder are still healing too, but they're easier to handle. Thank goodness for being ambidextrous, right?
Slowly, she lowers the journal back down, taking care so she doesn't accidentally close it. As a result, the journal catches a glimpse of [Bad username or site: cakeblocked title= @ livejournal.com] standing beside her -- probably the source of that laugh and comment. But then it's just Xion again, smiling. She seems pretty content, even despite the fact that she's still recovering. ]
... it's a really nice day out, today.
[ She looks up at the sky again, pausing briefly. And then her expression clouds, and becomes a little more serious. And just in case -- if he is back, if he would hear it -- she'll filter this. ]
( Locked FROM Vanitas | 100% )
Although... if anyone's seen Vanitas, if he's back ... [ Her eyes narrow. Not in anger, not in concern, but ... a quiet, vaguely troubled thoughtfulness. Yes, she knows ... what happened to him. ] ... I'd just like to know.
[ The other voice pipes up again. "Ready to go?" And the feed, for now, cuts off.
They'll be making their slow but steady way to the village plaza, where Xion, tired from the trek, will end up parked on a bench while Luke gets some food for them. Feel free to bother them at any point along this route -- he'll be supporting her and helping her walk with an arm around her waist. You could catch them on the way back to the clinic too, but, well, by then, Luke might be carrying Xion, and she might well be dozing in his arms. ]
[ She turns the journal away from her and holds it up. Anyone who cares to look will see the jewel blue sky and a few tree canopies creeping into the edge of the frame, from where they overhang the path. There is a quiet laugh as she does it -- and a murmur of "you dork," both from a male voice. Xion's own quiet response is to laugh, and return gently, "I am not!"
It's been getting better, doing things with her hands. Her whole right side is still sore, but it's come a long way from the hideous, blistered mess that it was the night of the fight. It's a little easier to use her left hand ... her wrist and her shoulder are still healing too, but they're easier to handle. Thank goodness for being ambidextrous, right?
Slowly, she lowers the journal back down, taking care so she doesn't accidentally close it. As a result, the journal catches a glimpse of [Bad username or site: cakeblocked title= @ livejournal.com] standing beside her -- probably the source of that laugh and comment. But then it's just Xion again, smiling. She seems pretty content, even despite the fact that she's still recovering. ]
... it's a really nice day out, today.
[ She looks up at the sky again, pausing briefly. And then her expression clouds, and becomes a little more serious. And just in case -- if he is back, if he would hear it -- she'll filter this. ]
( Locked FROM Vanitas | 100% )
Although... if anyone's seen Vanitas, if he's back ... [ Her eyes narrow. Not in anger, not in concern, but ... a quiet, vaguely troubled thoughtfulness. Yes, she knows ... what happened to him. ] ... I'd just like to know.
[ The other voice pipes up again. "Ready to go?" And the feed, for now, cuts off.
They'll be making their slow but steady way to the village plaza, where Xion, tired from the trek, will end up parked on a bench while Luke gets some food for them. Feel free to bother them at any point along this route -- he'll be supporting her and helping her walk with an arm around her waist. You could catch them on the way back to the clinic too, but, well, by then, Luke might be carrying Xion, and she might well be dozing in his arms. ]
