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[adlantisag]

I will go to you.

Where might I find you?

[grunehexe]

That is appreciated.

I will be in my room [here].

[adlantisag]

[ She arrives not long after, having donned a simple sleeved shift that covers her to the knee. The airiness of the cloth feels like freedom after the quagmire of Mik'tas and the sandy heat of Nalawi.

She isn't certain how this conversation will go, or even if Sieglinde wants to speak on the goddesses. It's been months for the both of them. It's with some hesitation that she finally knocks. ]

[grunehexe]

[Months that she has had to think things through, to mull and brood. In honesty, she has wished to do this far earlier. But there had been goddesses that apparently needed to die, and the Nalawi couldn't simply be left behind to fend for themselves after all of that, and then she had needed to go through with her plans for her own body before she lost her nerve...

And now she has time.]

Enter.

[She would get the door, but. Sieglinde had at least tidied up her bed, swept all her potions and mortar and pestle over to the bedside table, put the notes in one place, and tried to stack the books beside the pile of pillows she sat up against, hair down and in her nightgown, sheets pulled up to her waist. Beneath said sheets, feet tightly bandaged and splinted, throbbing and swollen, stinking of herbs and poultice... But a far more natural size than they once were, small bumps under covers.

Sieglinde tried to appear a good host, dignified and calm- but she was nervous, for some reason, a little anxious, fingers knitting together over the one book left in her lap she'd been reading until the knock came.]

[adlantisag]

[ She slips inside, peers at Sieglinde for a moment before her eyes land on the book in Sieglinde's lap. ]

Hello, little one.

[ Her own reading practice, it occurs to her, has delayed far too long. Stepping farther into the room, she lets the door slide shut behind her, pausing when the light form the hearth warms her toes. The small windowless rooms they receive in Oska feel claustrophobic to her right now; she thinks painfully of rain and mud, mud in her clothing, mud in her hair, in her mouth, digging through it endlessly--her head is elsewhere. She feels very far away from Sieglinde and from all this. ]

I heard you stayed to help the people of Nalawi. [ She smiles, and it's genuine. ] It was good of you.

[grunehexe]

[Even knowing she would have to spend at least the first week or so in bed, careful to the point of neurosis with keeping weight off her feet, making sure the aligned bones stayed that way until they began to re-fuse, Sieglinde was beginning to feel restless. She could lose herself in her studies, lose track of time and all the outside world held while she had her nose in a book or hands busy with practicing spells or trying different formulas to see if they made sense on the page... But when she looked up, it was the same room. The same bed.

But she had only herself to blame for that, and instead she looked at Kida. A long look, before she responded.]

It was the least we could do.

[After all, whether someone believed it was right or not that the goddesses had been killed... It had still left the Nalawi people in need and without that which they had structured their life around for generations. If she could teach them something that would ensure at least a sustainable future...]

... I heard you went... Elsewhere?