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Who: Anyone
When: Day 49, Late afternoon
Where: Anywhere

[ If the morning's trial hadn't been miserable enough … ]

[ Now it's raining! And it's still so foggy you can barely see your own feet. ]

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[ Her voice, despite being muffled with her face mushed against the floor, is recognizably British - recognizably Meridian's. ]

Trial.

[ And he was saying just the other day how he was expecting way more murder and maiming Also, he finally recognizes the actual voice ]

—You're the dragon.

[ Does it seem strange for a young woman in her early twenties to chirp like a giant canary? Yes? Too bad. The odd tufts of hair on her head, that look distinctly like cat ears, flick vaguely in his direction. ]

H'lo.

[ Pushes herself up to sit, awkwardly and painfully. Water, tinged pink with her blood, is puddling around her from her sodden hair and clothes. There's blood all down her chin, too … and when she coughs it's got a disconcertingly wet tinge to it. ]

Dusk called me Meridian. Meri.

I'm Five. Don't think I managed to introduce myself earlier.

[ That's a lot less pressing than her very clearly needing assistance - and he's got the points to spare, so. Time to order a healing pod ]

Wait here.

[ Dusk told me, she doesn't say, because she's suddenly busy coughing up a li'l spatter of blood. ]

[ She does manage a vaguely alarmed series of squeaky cheeps at the idea of him going out alone though, what if he gets caught up in a bad trial too?? ]

Be [ cough! ] careful!

[ tragically for her he literally doesn't even wait to hear her. He just LEAVES, like an asshole.

But he's back with tragic news shortly after ]

We actually have to walk to the clinic.

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[ but she just walked all the way HERE ]

[ whines! ]

[ He's looking her over like. Should he carry her. ]

How much do you weigh? Your arms are chewed off so at least some of it should be gone if nothing else.

[ Weigh? Her? In this form? ]

[ In any form?? ]

[ Makes a long, confused grumbly noise, tilting her head. ]

Too big for you … I think … [ She's 5'9, which is by no means small. ]

[ Tilts her head the other way; it'd probably help if she figured out how to turn back into a dragon. ]

[ Just. sighs ]

Can you walk any further or should I get Dusk?

Wait! Wait, wait.

I can do it. [ Probably. Hopefully. Time to pry herself back up to her feet, as unsteady as a baby deer. ]

[ Well. He can at least support her weight - so he's going to move closer to her, careful about not upsetting her wound too much, and moving a arm around her ]

[ Despite the blood and general dampness, she's as toasty warm as a "human" as she is in her natural form. So! That's probably weird! ]

[ Gingerly leans against him as they hobble all the way to the clinic, focusing on taking one step after the other. She has to stop to cough every so often. ]

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