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[reconnaissance]

Is everyone okay?

( She's looking worse for wear, has lost a lot of the muscle she'd managed to build up since getting here. Still, she offers a little grin, a cushion on her lap that her hands are idly twisting into, before she remembers the cup of tea nearby and grabs it up, warming her hands around it. )

So, uh. Okay.

( Eloquent, Linton. )

Do-- is anyone here familiar with Gwen Harwood? She's an Australian poet. I was thinking about her a bit, but I haven't been able to track her down. She wrote this thing, once about how death has become obscene, and philosophers...

( Ellie tilts her head, running her fingers through her hair, gaze not really focused on anything. )

It's been a while. But it's really good. I don't even know if anyone here is that into literature and poetry and stuff except for Dagger. Any takers?

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[reconnaissance]

You're really bloody smooth, aren't you?

( But she loves hanging out and chatting with him, so: ) Just let me know when you wanna go. I'm in.

[mentore]

[Ezio chuckles.] So I have heard. I will see you in an hour at the clinic. Do you need help moving?

[reconnaissance]

Nah, I should be 'right. I'll see you in a little bit!

-> action?

[mentore]

Try not to run off or do something rash in my absence.

[A joke? Perhaps. He hangs up before heading out to pick up the hot chocolates for the two.]

action!

[reconnaissance]

Now, why would I do that?

( Maybe because her name is "Ellie Linton"; he knows too much.

So she hangs up, and peels herself out of the apartment because she needed to head to the clinic for reasons other than meeting him there, after all. She's looking a little less strong than she was at the beginning of the month, but she's in a good mood, at least, leaning against the wall and fiddling with her device as she waits for Ezio to turn up after grabbing some more antibiotics. )