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18th moon [voice]

Rosa Farrell has left Luceti.

[It comes abruptly, harshly, flatly. Cecil does not sound in terrible pain as he did the last time he had to make such an announcement. In fact, he sounds very much as though he's forgotten how to inflect.]

...She's left roses and notes for everyone she's met here. Please come pick them up when you have the time.

[That's all he has the energy to say.]

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[...So many people have been leaving lately. She misses them all very much, even if she knows they'll come back someday.

She feels three different kinds of sadness at Cecil's announcement. One is for the friend she had been growing closer to. One is left over from when she had thought Rosa was like a daughter to her.

And one...]

...Cecil?

[...is for Rosa's family and dear friends left behind.]

Edited 2012-05-21 00:37 (UTC)

...She's left you a gift.

[Speaking about gifts rather than feelings is easier, to some degreee.]

[...That wasn't at all what she was thinking about when she replied to his post, and she sound slightly taken off-guard when she responds.]

She has?

[But no, that's not even slightly important now. She needs to keep her concentration.]

Can I come see you now?

You can come whenever you wish.

[A part of him would rather say please, but this is not the time to be selfish.]

I'll be right there. I promise.

[She's assuming he's at home--if he isn't, he probably should say so before she closes the journal all the way.]

I'll be waiting.

[He is, luckily. He doesn't really feel like going out right now.]

[Grune arrives at House 9 relatively quickly, for her. Partway there, she had remembered the last time, when Ceodore had gone home, and how Cecil had been so upset, he had hurt himself. She knows he loves Rosa very, very much, so--she hopes he hasn't hurt himself again.

She knocks on the door and steps back to wait. ...Maybe she should be ready to heal him, just in case.]

Edited 2012-05-21 16:48 (UTC)

[He answers the door physically unhurt, at least. There is that. But it's obvious he's been crying, and whatever emotion was could not be heard in his voice is present on his face.]

Hello, Grune.

[For once, Grune forgoes her manners. She doesn't say a word in response to his greeting. Instead, she takes two quick steps forward and enfolds him in a tight hug.]

[That's alright. He needs the hug more than the manners right now.]

[Which is good, because it's going to be a very long hug.

Eventually, though, Grune will pull back enough to ask:] Cecil, would you like to go for a little walk?

...I might have the energy for it, if it stays little.

[But he doesn't sound so sure of that.]

We don't need to go if you're feeling tired. Why don't we have a cup of tea instead?

[She wants to make him feel better, not worse.]

...Tea. Perhaps that'd be nice.

[He sounds slightly more sure of that, at least.]

Then let's go do that.

[She reaches for his hand.]

[After a few seconds, he takes it.]

You might have to choose the flavor, however.

That's all right. I'll pick out something nice.

[She gives his hand a squeeze, then tugs him inside.]

I've no doubt your choice will be excellent.

[He follows, slowly.]

[Grune is reluctant to let go of him when they reach the kitchen, but eventually she does so with another gentle squeeze of his hand.

Then she starts looking for the tea. She remembers a little from last month when she knew the house inside out, but it will still take her a few tries.]

[He can help with that, at least.]

The higher left cupboard. All the tea-related products should be there.

All right. Thank you.

[She spends a little while picking out something nice, then goes to put the kettle on.]

[Cecil just stands there the whole time. He looks more than a little lost.]

[When Grune turns back once the tea has steeped to give him the mug--well, now she's even more worried than before.

She holds it out to him, her expression sad.] Here. This will make you feel better.

Thank you.

[He's not smiling, not just yet. But he certainly looks grateful as he takes it.]

You're welcome.

[That's an improvement, at least. She'll take that as a good sign.

For just a moment, she hesitates. Then, she leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead. Most of the reason behind the action is simply because he's a good friend and she's worried about him. But...there's a small part of her that will never quite stop seeing him as someone to look after--as her child.

She looks slightly surprised at herself afterwards. Then she turns to pour her own mug of tea.]

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