[ although sierra was asleep, and couldn’t miss him per se, she finds that speaking to a man who is awake and is perfectly able to acknowledge her as she is now, and not as she was…
it means more than she would be willing to admit.
when he arrives at her home, she meets him at the door—another sign that she might be in a strange mood, but she’s not counting. if he calls her out on it in any way that’s outside their usual banter, she’ll kill him. ]
[he knows when he's getting away with terrible crimes against her ego, as it were-- so this time, she's spared his sass. for now, anyway. when the novelty of her being awake again has worn off, it's open season on her moodiness.
anyway, hello, yawning in front of others is impolite.]
there’s only so much she can do about it, though, since she is happy to see him, and honestly, happy to be freed from her dreams as well. without missing a beat, she tucks her arm into his. ]
Did those phantoms simply disappear? I’m afraid I wasn’t much in the mood for heroics.
Although now that you mention it, I suppose it would be dishonest not to admit I was shown some kind of vision of you... and Miss Zelda, although it was only a moment of conversation.
[kind of obscure, he didn't get it, he still doesn't. ultimately, harmless??]
…and what did you see, precisely? It’s not polite to eavesdrop on a lady’s conversation.
[ with the way she suddenly veers to attack this very interesting line of conversation, it’s clear that whatever her train of thought had been is one she hadn’t truly wanted to pursue.
there’s much on her mind, after that sleep. perhaps she ought to force reim to stand guard for a bath. ]
[hey now!! he's politely embarrassed, but only just! he didn't ask for a mysterious ghost vision.]
Nothing of particular note, I should think— I believe she asked you if you were feeling better. About what, I have no idea, so please trust that I haven't seen something private.
[ it’s a sound of interest, more than amusement. it’s not a fond memory, that she attacked zelda like a monster—but it’s for the best that reim apparently saw nothing else.
she doesn’t like that the town is giving away her secrets in dreams, however. ]
I’ve had a rough few months, you see. This town is so unkind to maidens.
Mm. [reim has had an unremarkable time, all things considered, comparatively-- like, she bites him a lot, but he's accepted that as ordinary now and so it's been routine around here.]
And yet, the town has seen fit to placate us with baths... I've been told there is also a food stall stocked with some kind of noodles.
[because that makes the rest of the questionable things go away, right? it's a blatant topic change, please accept it.]
[ she’s had ramen before, largely because the castle chef is in some strange cult and has recipes from all across the known world, but she tends to avoid things with animal products in the first place. does the noodle place have veggie options? ]
[ it’s an almost imperceptible slip of the tongue there, and luckily she catches herself before it’s especially obvious where she was going with that. the only sign of ruffled feathers is that she tenses against his arm, but luckily, she can see the mentioned curtains just around the corner. ]
…the baths at home had the same symbol as well. How strange.
[ah-? reim glances down at her, but as before, he's not going to pry. he's already agreed to this outing (plus noodles), which is enough moral support without upsetting her, he thinks.
looking at this symbol as they round the corner...]
...Is that what it's supposed to be? A little bath? How quaint!
[ reim’s observation and genuine delight at it does help her regain some of her emotional balance—all of this, really, is helpful. a part of her is still caught in that dream and all the nostalgia she didn’t ask for. ]
I think you could have done better, but I appreciate the efficiency of wishing.
[finally, his plucky victorian(tm) reactions to things have found their place. he pats her hand on his arm as they head up to the magic onsen properly. hmmm...]
Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
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I know you aren’t, but I’ll entertain you. Do you have time?
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I do.
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Are the ghosts gone?
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[ you will ]
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Alright. Shall I meet you at your home now?
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We can survey what yet needs to be done to the springs, but if it’s half as good as what I’m used to, your job may be finished.
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I will be there shortly, then we can go.
[watch him nyoom off before she can object to his bold claims!! granted, he's going to her house, but still...]
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it means more than she would be willing to admit.
when he arrives at her home, she meets him at the door—another sign that she might be in a strange mood, but she’s not counting. if he calls her out on it in any way that’s outside their usual banter, she’ll kill him. ]
Reim. Long time [ yawn ] no see.
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anyway, hello, yawning in front of others is impolite.]
It's good to see you up and about. Let's go.
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[ “up and about,” grumble grumble.
there’s only so much she can do about it, though, since she is happy to see him, and honestly, happy to be freed from her dreams as well. without missing a beat, she tucks her arm into his. ]
Did those phantoms simply disappear? I’m afraid I wasn’t much in the mood for heroics.
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well, never mind that. he's perfectly content to let that go and formally Escort Her off to where the onsen is, arm in arm.]
Yes, after about a week... I wonder what the purpose of showing us visions of the past like that could have been.
[it was bad news when this happened to the cities at home, but since the world hasn't literally collapsed in on itself, maybe they're safe.]
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[ visions of the past, indeed. ]
Did you see anything of your own life, amidst all these ghosts?
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[...]
Although now that you mention it, I suppose it would be dishonest not to admit I was shown some kind of vision of you... and Miss Zelda, although it was only a moment of conversation.
[kind of obscure, he didn't get it, he still doesn't. ultimately, harmless??]
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[ with the way she suddenly veers to attack this very interesting line of conversation, it’s clear that whatever her train of thought had been is one she hadn’t truly wanted to pursue.
there’s much on her mind, after that sleep. perhaps she ought to force reim to stand guard for a bath. ]
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Nothing of particular note, I should think— I believe she asked you if you were feeling better. About what, I have no idea, so please trust that I haven't seen something private.
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[ it’s a sound of interest, more than amusement. it’s not a fond memory, that she attacked zelda like a monster—but it’s for the best that reim apparently saw nothing else.
she doesn’t like that the town is giving away her secrets in dreams, however. ]
I’ve had a rough few months, you see. This town is so unkind to maidens.
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And yet, the town has seen fit to placate us with baths... I've been told there is also a food stall stocked with some kind of noodles.
[because that makes the rest of the questionable things go away, right? it's a blatant topic change, please accept it.]
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[ she’s had ramen before, largely because the castle chef is in some strange cult and has recipes from all across the known world, but she tends to avoid things with animal products in the first place. does the noodle place have veggie options? ]
Doesn’t that sound nice?
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Oh- alright. I will wait outside for you, then...
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[ it’s an almost imperceptible slip of the tongue there, and luckily she catches herself before it’s especially obvious where she was going with that. the only sign of ruffled feathers is that she tenses against his arm, but luckily, she can see the mentioned curtains just around the corner. ]
…the baths at home had the same symbol as well. How strange.
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looking at this symbol as they round the corner...]
...Is that what it's supposed to be? A little bath? How quaint!
[it's cute, he approves.]
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[ reim’s observation and genuine delight at it does help her regain some of her emotional balance—all of this, really, is helpful. a part of her is still caught in that dream and all the nostalgia she didn’t ask for. ]
I think you could have done better, but I appreciate the efficiency of wishing.
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Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
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[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
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