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Heavy.  Her paws are like lead.  A set of glitching blocks of stone; disappearing and reappearing as the scrawny vixen tried to stand.  Mitch-matched hues watched them dully, a pang of frustration sinking in.  Tired.

Tired of being bedridden.  Tired of the glitches as a whole, made worse by her body's frail state.  Tired.

She breathed in heavily, wincing against sore ribs.  The worst of the cough had long since run its course, but she still felt the aftermath.  The thought of a warm cup of tea passed through her mind as she wobbled away from the bed, only interrupted by the sudden prospect of some fresh air now that she was up and walking.  Stable.  Somewhat.

She hadn't seen anyone since Goldenluxury's visit... Succumbing to illness barely a day after that horrible transaction and finding herself in Torren's dutiful care.  She hadn't seen much of the outside at all since then.  He'd want to know... If I'm going out... But it was just the front porch of his house... She wasn't going far.

The scrawny arctic fox fumbled with the door for a moment before stepping into the crisp air, taking care to breath in slowly.  Her thick coat kept her safely warm, perfectly at home in the winter air as she settled on the edge of the porch.  Now... If she could figure out how to stop her ears from suddenly losing their corporality, she might actually feel at ease.

[ feel free to post before [member=7034]torren[/member] but this thread is acting as a return for both of them! <3 ]

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[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]A face lost among the crowd lacking label, trivial curiosity with tale adorning hidden pages tucked among folds of grey matter. Silent the observation conducted, position mirrored, cradled upon porch ringing the front of his own home the cub. Broken his view by railing, obstruction causing only further queries building upon caged tongue. Swallowed each in turn, wooden boards groaning with shift, momentary diversion of gaze.

Too fresh the memories pressed against his mind, a swirling vortex drawing him deep without prior warning, hesitation leaving him to linger. Residence assured, exit conducted from house ringing the residential section of the town, still worry gnawed, as did teeth along lower lip. Won out his curiosity in the end, arising and down the few steps moving with a heavy tread, gaze flicking between Kirra and elsewhere, anywhere to not be perceived as staring. Yet unabashedly did he do such as distance closed, of note the tall peaks of her ears, the irregular intervals they flickered into and out of existence.

"How do you do that…" Awe seeped through gentle words, bypassing lips without aid of second thought to assess their possible reception, teeth closing with a click. "I-I'm so sorry, I'm being rude." Salvia blurted out, settling his eyes upon his paws, ears pressed back.

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CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
"Still got the glitchin' goin' on?"

She felt as if she hadn't seen the glitching girl in ages, which was probably because she hadn't. She hadn't seen anyone. Learning that she'd been sick would have brought Arrow nothing but a sense of bitterness, in part because she was left with a newfound resentment for serious illnesses as a whole, and for the unusually petty reason that Kiira had survived it and she had not survived hers. Was that too much? She wasn't sure, but it left a bad taste in her mouth when she thought about it.

Looking up from where she was currently stealing the corner of the large statue base in the center of town, Arrow's tail curled over the raised side when the appearance of the alabaster fox seemed to make her a little more lively and a little less lazy looking. She blinked, then frowned when she realized she hadn't even seen the girl once since she had returned. "Have you been in there the whole time?"

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Torren finds Kiira's absence startling, alert by the sound of the door closing.  The scottish wildcat follows after without much thought, self-conscious of being too worrisome and wary.  The Coalition occupation had been rooted out, leaving the outside safe once again, but the youth had yet seen his friend attempt those steps.

He lingers in the doorway before joining her on the porch, eyes swiftly darting between Kiira and their clanmates.  The thick striped tail behind him twitched, wondering if she was even in a state to speak verbally.  Yet he does not wish to presume rudely, only clearing his throat quietly as Arrow unintentionally answered Salvia's question.

The wildcat did not understand the glitches but he saw their exhausting effects on his friend's body, only made worse by time spent ill.  "Lad- I mean Kiira - Kiira's been unwell.  I've been taking care of her here."  His house, although it had been in her care during his absence, now it seemed to be theirs.

"My name is Torren Winther," he offered after a pause, bowing his head politely. "It's okay, but I don't think any of us really know how or why she does that," he added gently to Salvia, hoping his friend did not mind the exposition.

**Alexithymia (n.) —-- torren winther / tangler / penned by petrichor

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The vixen blinked.  Perhaps only just realizing that voice... May be required.  Had forgotten the last she had used it.  Had been using notebook and pen... Last.  Her ears still twitch when the question is posed, eyes flickering upwards in acknowledgement.

She smiled.  Softly.  Unoffended.  She had some resemblance of a why her body struggled to remain stable.  Quiet conversations with Anubis many moons ago... Matters of souls separated but... She didn't understand why she continued to glitch, when she was no longer only half a soul but a whole and a little more.

Hopelessly, Kiira began to shake her head in answer.  Uncertain.  Exhausted by the thought of it too, though she didn't mind the question itself.  Teeth nipped the inside of her cheek as another voice called.  Arrow?  She winced.  Even her thoughts felt too loud.  Intrusive when let out.  She wanted her notebook, but didn't feel strong enough to move again, her chest tight.

She cried the last time she saw Arrow.  It's a fight against old, broken feelings.  She hadn't been there when Arrow was sick.  Hadn't been able to do anything.  A prisoner in the desert.  And it hurt still.  That loss.  And she was back... But... That hardly made it... It didn't change what had happened.

Kiira ducked her head in confirmation, tongue resting on the roof of her mouth.  She hated being bedridden.  Hated it all.  She manages a terribly soft hum in confirmation, throat protesting in lack of use, as Torren explains.  His overtly polite manner reassuring, if not bemusing as always.

The former medic shook her head as Aurum spoke.  Sick.  Her mental voice is still hesitant, just as soft as it would've been if she'd said it aloud.  Better now, thanks to Torren.

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