[Oh, Toki. Her heart aches at the tremor of the connection, impossible not to feel even without a tether reinforcing the contact they've made through the Murmur. Though it's not subtle, it's strange how muted it feels now compared to before.
After a moment, the strange static padding in the connection ebbs. There's the sense of a door cracking open for a peek. And through the gap in the door, the slow but persistent bleed of the wound Sleep left in her being, the sickly flow of loneliness and fear, staunched only by the tentative restoration of a few tethers. She speaks directly to Toki, an uncharacteristic weariness keeping the usual bounce out of her voice.] I've been better, but I'll survive.
[She will. She always does.]
She punished me. For being a blight upon her garden.
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After a moment, the strange static padding in the connection ebbs. There's the sense of a door cracking open for a peek. And through the gap in the door, the slow but persistent bleed of the wound Sleep left in her being, the sickly flow of loneliness and fear, staunched only by the tentative restoration of a few tethers. She speaks directly to Toki, an uncharacteristic weariness keeping the usual bounce out of her voice.] I've been better, but I'll survive.
[She will. She always does.]
She punished me. For being a blight upon her garden.