Video | BACKDATED to early the 11th

[soul_sister]

[It's early Wednesday morning when a new video message turns up on the network. The nun seems to have none of her usual energy and the bags under her eyes are fairly pronounced. Flynn and Fluffy have likely put up with her pacing almost incessantly since dinner time last night, and even now she fidgets in her seat, fingers playing with an ornamental looking watch hanging at her neck.]

Has anyone seen Chrono? Short, grumpy, purple hair. He's usually with me.

... He might have been in some kind of fight, so I'll take anything. Or anyone to help me look.

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[sawhatyoudidthere]

[There's a weak smile on her face.]

I never- I didn't tell you. It's not... always this. [But there was no time to explain, no time to worry about her, although now that seemed to be the case regardless.

There was more she wanted to say and explain. Something along the lines of another apology and an urgent plea to try and keep her awake. But her eyelids felt too heavy and suddenly she was simply too weak to even manage to stand. What eyesight she had managed to clear began to blur again and then she was out.]

[soul_sister]

[When Mary awakens, it's looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling of apartment 304. Settled as comfortably as one may on the couch, she is surrounded by blankets and a cool cloth on her forehead. The aroma of tea has filled the room.

The stout young native man she'd found to carry Mary was more than willing to do a gentle and careful job for the amount of coin Rosette promised and paid, so Mary will find herself unbumped and unbruised.]