Camille will find Laudna wherever she is. Bereft, silent, TEMPORARILY benching her Sazantos larping/cat punning for the moment. Sadly she cannot bend the worst effect, which is seeing people on fire whenever she touches them. So rather than come offer hugs, she keeps a prudent distance.]
[it's fine. laudna just looks at her, wherever she is (probably near the cathedral or near the house). she seems sort of dazed; not crying or angry or any of the emotions she's shown before, nor unwarranted cheerfulness. just sort of lost looking. she's holding pâté tightly in her arms.
she doesn't say anything at first, just looks from camille to pâté to the ground.]
[She inhales, quelling the swell of tears at the sight. Never once has Laudna floundered this badly. Older than the rest and at times, more innocent than a child.]
I know, it's very hard. Yuffie was bright as holiday lights. And she was good friends with you, wasn't she?
You don't have to know. It's okay if you don't. It's hard to think at all, when you lose someone you care about.
[God damn the fucking swamp and its stupid ass effects. Camille tugs her sleeve down, enveloping her remaining hand so she might safely put it on the other woman's arm.]
We'll figure it out tomorrow. And we're still here for you. I promise, I'll help you. In whatever way I can.
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WEEK 6: Friday
Camille will find Laudna wherever she is. Bereft, silent, TEMPORARILY benching her Sazantos larping/cat punning for the moment. Sadly she cannot bend the worst effect, which is seeing people on fire whenever she touches them. So rather than come offer hugs, she keeps a prudent distance.]
...I didn't ever think it would be her.
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she doesn't say anything at first, just looks from camille to pâté to the ground.]
I don't...
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[She looks at her, fretful.]
Laudna, are you...don't what?
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I don't know what to do, Camille. Without Yuffie...
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[She inhales, quelling the swell of tears at the sight. Never once has Laudna floundered this badly. Older than the rest and at times, more innocent than a child.]
I know, it's very hard. Yuffie was bright as holiday lights. And she was good friends with you, wasn't she?
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How did you first become friends?
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I don't know what to do.
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You don't have to know. It's okay if you don't. It's hard to think at all, when you lose someone you care about.
[God damn the fucking swamp and its stupid ass effects. Camille tugs her sleeve down, enveloping her remaining hand so she might safely put it on the other woman's arm.]
We'll figure it out tomorrow. And we're still here for you. I promise, I'll help you. In whatever way I can.
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Thank you, Camille. Please.