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[unaffective]

Who: Senna and visitors
When: Post-game
Where: Senna carriage

[ Great work team! Per what may be becoming usual again, to celebrate success in the last trial, or maybe just because, there is something - at least delicious-smelling - brewing up in the kitchen. You know, for all 1-2 of us who need to eat.

But there is also a bit of tea on and cups set out. Elaine's thoughtful enough, probably.

How are we feeling. ]

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[desirestruth]

[Naeva is actually pretty like, tired because parenting is hard but she's managed to keep estelle from putting paws into a teacup so she's just. leaned back in a chair with a jackal in her lap, kind of dozing.

she. looks remarkably dead when she does this because she literally stops breathing.

it's fine.]

[unaffective]

[ Just sort of looking at her for a bit. Should she like

Should she do something?

The dog would be freaking out if something was actually wrong, right.

So she looks down to Estelle. ]

[desirestruth]

[Estelle looks back and yips imperiously. Why are you not petting and/or feeding her?

Naeva's probably fine. Checking closer will reveal she has a (incredibly slow) pulse, still, so she's probably just...tired? It's weird, she usually isn't so tired she looks this corpsey, though.]

[unaffective]

[ Well, she'll kneel a bit to give her the usual "I made eye contact with dog" headpat, on the awkward side as usual.

And then back up again, to prod at Naeva's shoulder. ]

[desirestruth]

Mnn...?

[Oh！Not dead. Any moreso than normal.]

Miss Elaine?

[unrepairable]

[ he's a sword so he doesn't need to eat, but he's also himself so he enjoys eating. especially if it smells delicious. he's a curious creature too, so he keeps peaking towards the kitchen ]

... what is that? [ is it more curry ]

[unrepairable]

[ doo doo just entering the room minding his own busi--

stares.


stares.

she's not moving.

NOPE DOESN'T LIKE THAT ]

Naeva-dono!? [ he doesn't even think before approaching her, reaching out with a face that is just seized with panic honestly ]

[desirestruth]

[She is cold to the touch. Not as cold as a corpse, and of all people Kashuu might best know that, but cold. Colder than human life.

She stirs a bit, makes a kind of whining noise at the sound, and yawns, revealing--fangs. Sharp, elongated canines, more pointed than the similar ones on the jackal in her lap, who also yawned with her.

Well, she never did say she was human, did she?]

Mmm...Kashuu? What's wrong?