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[matchbreaker]

I've gotten a vague recollection of a whole lot of fire over the last while but to be honest the last two months are a blur to me. I've gotten a lot of things fixed up in my personal life but it feels like I've scarcely had a real conversation in all that time?

Sneaking suspicion my hair went back to brown, but I'm not dead certain there either!

Hi sure I've missed a lot. Anyone want to help me get to my kitchen I suddenly look ninety and feel sicker than a dog.

[ ... And despite the proper texting she might have collapsed on the upper floors of her house oops. ]

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[matchbreaker]

I know. Don't... worry.

[ About his blood, that is. The minute he came in the manor she both heard it and some bats had followed him. But that was met with the fact that she got his distinctly odd smell. Curling up a little to try to sit up more (she finds she had no upper body strength, ugh) she groans. ]

There's some in the kitchen. Probably.

[ Unless she threw it out while she forgot...? she's not sure. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Probably is better than definitely not at all, so. Carefully, Shuji scoops Elda up in a princess carry - even if she weren't so tiny he wouldn't have any issue, thanks Retrospec - to take her to her kitchen.]

Do you usually have it in the fridge?

[matchbreaker]

Yeah.

... Yeah I did. I... yes.

[ Her son questioned it sometimes, but never for long, and never that pronounced. She hopes it is there. If not, she...

Well.

It's probably there. ]

[thesettingsun]

[Her son can deal, because she's Mom and Mom can keep blood in her fridge if she wants to. Sheesh, kids these days.

Right now there isn't anything to do but open the fridge and hope.

And behind door number one is...?]