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This time, Squall lucked out and the curse let him off easy with a light cold. Aside from a sneeze here and there, he was relatively fine, especially when compared with some of the things other people were hit with.

He was out on his way to the pirate ship quadrant when he spotted the Handmaid on the bench, looking quite out of it.

Yeah, she doesn't look very good at all.

Making his way over, he knelt down beside her.

"Hey. You need help?"

She looked up, slowly getting back to a sitting position with a tired smile. "I'm fine. Please, don't worry."

He didn't believe that. But he could understand not wanting total strangers to fuss over you. He'd probably say the exact same thing if their positions were reversed.

...okay he'd probably be a little less polite about it.

"Curse hit you hard?"

She watched him for a moment, thinking. Human. One of the many humans... too curious for his own good. At least, right now. "Or I merely need to sit for a moment."

"If you say so."

She didn't want his help. That, he understood, so he wasn't going to offer it. But it still didn't feel right just leaving her like that.

So he said nothing more and just took a seat at the opposite end of the bench.

There was a soft laugh beside him. "If you are going to rest beside me, do you think you could also give me your name?"

It was pretty nice being back down in the bubble, especially since she didn't have to sneak down anymore. That was a real nice plus. She was going about her own business, perhaps to go find something to do for a while, or go bug someone. Who knows?

She idly floats right on by the Handmaid, not really noticing her at first. Doop doop, gonna go bug someone blah b--

Hold up.

That was definitely the Handmaid laying on a bench.

She floats back to her, pressing her feet back to the ground and leaning down. "Handmaid? Are you okay?" She knew that was probably the dumbest thing to ask, but you know... She could have just been taking a rest or something.

Who...? Her eyes slowly cracked open, looking blearily at Aradia. "Oh. You've returned." A small smile was on her face as she sat up.

"Yes, Signless let us return to the bubble on our own free will," She answered, watching her sit up. She was definitely still under the effects of the curse, something that Aradia was so glad to have dodged.

But this does raise concern. "Have you not been resting?"

"I've taken as much rest as I can be allowed." In other words, nope, no rest. "Not with the possibility of a few insane high bloods in the bubble that need to be watched."

Ahh. Yep. "Handmaid," she begins, trying to sound as stern as she can. "You need to at least spare some other time to rest. Trying to go about with the bare minimum isn't going to help your illness. There are plenty of us who can take on the highbloods. You're not the only one."

She stops there, voice lowering. "Please, for me?"

"As many of you vacated in fear of the Condesce and Grand Highblood, there had to be one remaining to watch," she said, just as sternly. "The Condesce seems to no longer be around, but-" Oh. Yeah, she had to start coughing now. She hadn't nearly been as vigilant has she had wanted, with this curse.

She moves closer, joining her on the bench. "To be fair, I understand there is still a lot of caution to be taken down here, even with the encouraging words of the Signless... but you can't honestly expect to do this alone."

There is such honesty in her words, trying to hide her eager expression when she had heard the words in regards to the Condesce. "You need to rest."

"I will be fine, Aradia. I've dealt with far worse pain than this." Oh, her innocent little descendant. How she could see glimpses of who she wanted to be in her.

"Even if you have, this is what is happening now. And I know that trying to stay active while you're not at your top condition is a horrible thing to do. I foolishly tried to go days without sleeping, I paid for it later." She looks up to her, trying to get her to stop being so stubborn.

She was also sticking her hands in her pockets, ready to pull out her SFC if she refused again.

The Demoness shook her head, then slammed a hand down on the bench to keep from falling over. "I'm aware of the consequences. I'm also more aware of the body count that could be if I did sleep."

"I honestly believe that if myself and Feferi ran around the bubble for some time without being caught and harmed by the Highblood, that we can be just fine without you having to protect us for just a short while."

Ugh. Yep. She wasn't going to come easily. Aradia decides to do take this in another direction. Removing her SFC, she flips through her contacts, almost going for Lysunder first. She realized that, whoops, he's busy, and goes down to the next few trolls. She... figured she might put in a few messages, in case one of them were busy. The two trolls? Psiioniic and Darkleer, of course!

She decides to make it short and simple, but to get the point out, "i found the handmaid in a horrible state
i need help getting her to get some rest
im attaching my coordinates if you choose to answer my text!" Yeah. That'll work.

D --> I am not even remotely surprised

He told her so. He told her.

Sighing, Darkleer puts away his SFC and glances at the other troll Miss Megido contacted who is, coincidentally, sitting right across from him in a certain nice little cafe they both happen to favor. The completely awkward conversation they've just had is almost too embarrassing to even be permitted to exist, but at least they've... more or less got it out in the open.

"Just... do a quick check to see who is contacting me first before hacking, yes?" he awkwardly says, trying to bring the conversation to a close. "If it is Lysunder, then it is of no consequence." Coughing into his fist, he less-than-gracefully tries to change the subject. "Did you receive the message as well? I believe we shouldn't dally any longer, for Miss Megido's sake."

The Helmsman nods faintly, having long since turned a very distinct shade of yellow. It really hadn't been his intent to intrude on something so private, much less something so private that Darkleer was doing. It doesn't help that he isn't allowed to apologize about it either. Words were hard. Violations of intimate moments were alarming. This was all, ultimately, one of the more awkward situations he's ever been in.

So Aradia's message is very much a welcomed rescue. They could assure the Handmaid's safety and simply just let this get wiped from their memories. Or pretend to, he wasn't particularly picky. He doesn't even look at the screen as he sends a quick response.

Aiid ii2 forthcomiing, Aradiia.

"You still should not have done it. While I do not doubt you or the tyrian blood could fend for yourself, it was still a risk and- who did you send a message to?"

What she has had to do to survive was not something Aradia needed to experience for herself. The pain of being so close to death and yet not dying was not something her little descendant needed to know.

She sent a quick message back, and gosh was she relieved they answered as quickly as they did. She had to make up something, and god did she lie her butt off... sort of. Kind of! She was still somewhat truthful, at least. "Oh, no one! Someone asked me a question, and I had to answer them."

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. "It was a risk, and I can't speak for the rest of the team, but we're not as defenseless as we may seem at times." Oh, Handmaid, if only you had known what your descendant has gone through in her lifetime... if only.

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Then it's settled. In a way, Darkleer is almost relieved for the interruption. The sooner the two of them wipe this from their respective memories, the sooner... Well, he's not sure, but he really doesn't want this hanging in the air between them any longer than need be.

Pushing himself away and up from the table, Darkleer gestures for the Helmsman to follow and begins to make his way to the coordinates sent to him. It doesn't take that long at all. Soon, the two trolls arrive, and Darkleer looks over the scene coolly.

"Handmaid. I believe you have been in better condition."

The Helmsman doesn't even bother with speaking, keeping his gaze somewhat down as they approach. He does, however, give Darkleer a faint sidelong glance-- it wasn't necessary to comment on such an obvious state of being, if one asked him. They were, after all, just here to help.

Don't try to read too much into all of this, it's really exactly what it looks like and neither of them are entirely aware.

No. No no no.

"Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." The Handmaid stood slowly, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Aradia, you're quite crafty. I'm very proud, and very upset."

She would be fine. She had dealt with far worse feelings before and had to keep standing. They didn't need to be there to worry over her or catch her as she started to... tip...

Her feet moved to reset her center of balance, fighting with all her will to keep from falling over right there. "I apologize for Aradia interrupting what plans you two had made."

Oh yes.

Aradia follows right after her ancestor, chuckling at what she says to herself. It is horrible obvious how her condition is, because honestly... Aradia has been in such a similar predicament. Turning her sight to the two trolls, she nods once. "Thank you both, I really appreciate it."

Then, she turns her attention back to the Handmaid. "Believe me," she began, grabbing lightly at the Handmaid's arm to help her stay balanced. "You'll thank me later."

Listen, what he really wants to do is smack the terrifying mythological figure upside the head and scold her, but, well, he is a mature and polite troll most of the time. He simply had to get that out of his system.

"It is nothing, Miss Megido. Our previous engagement was winding down to a close." Kind of. For the best. Yep.

As he steps closer to Aradia and the Handmaid, he glances back to the Helmsman. "If you could keep yourself prepared in case...?" The Handmaid, he knows just from this alone, can be quite stubborn. Looking back to Aradia, he raises an eyebrow and offers his hand. "Is there somewhere in particular you wished to go, then?"

"Squall Leonhart." He was willing to give her his name after bugging her this much. "You are?"

No, no, we do not smack the terrifying mythological figures. That's both insane and, well, no. It's just insane.

"Forgive our intruthion," he murmurs softly to the Handmaid as he gives Darkleer a nod.

Her eyes narrowed, looking between the two adult male trolls. "I do not require assistance. At all."

"Oh, alright, as long as I wasn't interrupting something important."

She pauses, looks to each of the ancestors, then grins. "Back to my apartment!" Aradia replies cheerfully, figuring that would be the best place to bring her back, all things considered.

Listen, the worst she can do is kill him.

Darkleer pauses as well at Handmaid's words, and he raises a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "I see. As you wish, Miss Megido." A nod to Handmaid.

"As for you, may I please request that you remain calm and simply allow us to tend to your illness with minimum fuss? Thank you."

Didn't agree? Too bad, Handmaid, because that is Darkleer moving in all efficient-like to sweep you off your feet like you're a new bride.

For a moment, all she could do was goggle, shocked that he actually did it. Then, the filter between her brain and mouth cracked almost audibly.

"You fucking less than slime brained hoofbeat maggot ridden shit I cannot believe you just fucking did that you trunkbeast scrapings with barkbeast fleas riding throughout the entire thing with an extra helping of leprous genetic material, put me down now!"

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I blame all of you.

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