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( The feed opens to a woman who's clearly seen better days, hair a mess of disheveled layers and eyes circled in dark. Fellow Warmbloods might be able to relate to the way she moves — as though hardly daring to, even the most subtle shifts of her body resulting in little stabs of pain.

Despite the wince that flinches across her features as she settles back against a nest of pillows, the woman offers a quiet laugh. )

This is probably the worst time to show my face on here, huh. But I hope the rest of you who have this flu, or whatever it is, are taking care.

Anyway, since all I can really do is sit here... ( —a wry little smile; it's been weeks and she's still not too thrilled about being home-bound— ) ...it's been giving me a lot of time to think.

( She reaches very slowly for something that was just off-screen, drawing it gingerly into her lap. It's a brown teddy bear. )

This is something from my home that ended up here with me. It's my daughter's. When she was little, she had a very hard time with sleep. ( An understatement to be sure; the progressively dangerous sleepwalking spells are what she now knows were supernatural callings to her daughter's fractured soul. But Rose won't divulge that quite so openly. )

This guy brought her comfort, so in turn, he brought me comfort, too. ( She can't quite hold the stuffed animal to her chest the way she wants to, not with physical contact being as painful as it is, but one arm dares to loosely curl a bit closer around it, protective. )

Do you have anything here with you, from your home? If you don't mind sharing, what does it mean to you? This sick old lady would love to hear your stories.

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It's a warmblood thing, I'm told. But if you need a heat pack in a pinch, put rice in a sock, heat that up. Works pretty well. You were? Who told you that?

I'll certainly try that, thank you. I'm still trying to accept the fact there's no pharmacy around here... Any first-aid hacks are much appreciated.

A few people I bumped into along the way, while I was searching for my daughter. She's actually showed up here too, since then.

Is it all right if I ask, are your people the same for you here as they were back home? The same as in... the ages you remember them being?

Keep hydrated, find whatever you can take to use as a painkiller... I wish I had better options. Oh! That's good to hear. Reuniting with family means a lot here. Not... all of them, no. Some of them are. Some of them are a few years older. Did something like that happen for you?

I very much appreciate your help at all. I'll definitely be trying the sock trick. And I'm sorry you know from experience. Hopefully this doesn't last much longer...

( It's relieving to hear that she isn't the only one dealing with some strange new illness, but it doesn't feel good to know that someone else has been suffering, too. )

My daughter showed up here eight years older than she was back home. I do worry sometimes that it could have some kind of consequence? I'm still not sure how the rules of this place work, you know? Or.... why it has certain things happen the way it does.

It doesn't seem like these things last more than a month. Hopefully. Just watch that suddenly change, hah.

[They figure it out and it's suddenly different.]

Eight years... That's I'm sorry, that's a lot of time to lose. I can't imagine having to go through that - is she okay? I mean, does she seem like she's okay?

Honestly, I wouldn't put it past this place. I've been here a good while and I still can't figure out a lot about how it works.

( There are some consistencies, but... within those consistencies are so many unknowns.

Though she's hidden behind text, Rose turns somber at that, worrying her thumbnail very gently. She hasn't openly talked about this part as much. It's something she's been carrying inside, a particular worry and fear. )

I'm not sure. I mean, she seems okay in a general sense, but
She's been through a lot
A lot more in those missing years than I could have imagined. If she were little again, I could protect her better as she grows up, here.

( She was horrified to learn from Sharon that the nightmares of Silent Hill hadn't stopped. And that she had been missing from her daughter's adolescence through all of it. Unable to help her. )

...But then I remind myself that maybe it's better she's not a little girl. Not in this place. You know?

I can pass on our information from the dream world. We're still trying to figure out how much of it applies here, but it can't really hurt. If... you have time to read a novella.

[So much of it was just history. Backdrop from a world that didn't exist any longer. Would never exist again.]

Yeah, I understand. It's a hard situation to be in. On the one hand, you want to be able to keep them safe, but Part of you is glad they can look after themselves, a little.

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