fashionably_strong | 4th shopping trip [Voice] Backdated to August 13th

4th shopping trip [Voice] Backdated to August 13th

[Though she typically prefers video communication, Bulla deliberately selects voice. It's difficult to tell whether she sounds a little off because she's tired, depressed, or sick, but she's definitely not her usual upbeat and sociable self.]

Hi, everyone. I could use some suggestions for a distraction or three. Preferably something where you don't have to move around much.

[Truthfully, she's tired, depressed, and not feeling well, though it's due to an injury rather than illness. Her mother has vanished from Luceti, and she's recovering from the worst injury she's ever had in her life courtesy of a cultist.]

...and if you're suggesting reading, please suggest a specific book, because I've already read everything I have here in the house.

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Hello Bulla. [And yes, he does notice the bandaging, but...would it be rude to ask what caused the injury? Maybe, maybe not, but to just stare would be even ruder, so for now he just offers a smile too.] How are you feeling?

I've been better...but I'm recovering well.

[She can downplay the injury and conceal the extent of it, but she's not going to lie and claim that she's completely fine.]

I just have to be careful until it's mostly healed.

I see. In that case, I hope your recovery will continue with a smooth taste. [Whatever the heck that's supposed to mean. In the meantime though, he holds up a bag that has the books and stuff.] I brought the books and games I could find as promised. Hopefully one of these will be able to help pass the time until you're feeling better again.

[It's an odd way of saying it, but Bulla decides to just interpret it at him wishing her a speedy recovery.]

I appreciate it nonetheless.

[She takes the offered bag with her good arm.]

Come in.

[She pushes the door open and leans on it so he's got plenty of room to pass.]

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[Yeah, that's pretty much what he meant...in his own odd way, but sincere nonetheless. He would have carried the bag inside as well for her, but then it's already out of his hands before he could protest.]

Mm--thank you for inviting us in. [This is accompanied by a polite nod before he steps inside. He doesn't walk away too far into the house though, stepping back and to the side so that she may pass by and lead the way to wherever she would like for them to sit.]

[Bulla walks by and closes the door with her hip, leaning her body weight against it just enough to close it, then leads the way to the living room.]

Have a seat wherever you like, Cilan. Do you want any water?

[Water? It's a little simple as far as most offered drinks go, but otherwise he can't really complain.]

Sure, that sounds nice. [Oh, but--] Do you want any help, or will you be alright?

[He may be a guest, but he still wants to help out in any he can if needed!]

[They don't have anything else to drink at the moment thanks to her injuries and her father being away. Bulla drinks water more than any other beverage anyhow.]

I'll be okay, but thanks. A glass isn't too heavy for me to lift.

[And flight makes reaching for those higher up shelves much easier.

Ah, alright then. But do let us know if you want any help with anything!

[In the meantime, he'll go ahead and take a seat here in the living room to wait!]

[Much as she appreciates the offer, Bulla wants to be able to do basic things like this for herself. She doesn't like feeling helpless, even if her friends don't mind offering their assistance.

It's a little more awkward, having to compensate for her injured shoulder, but she manages to pour two glasses of water and brings them out to the living room. She sets Cilan's down first, then quickly switches her own glass to her good hand before sitting down.]

So, what games did you manage to find?

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