For a long few moments, Emmeryn doesn't move because she isn't entirely convinced that she can.
But Duma, ever faithfully standing at her side, nudges his whole face-body against her hand and makes a sad rumbling noise somewhere low in his shell, and she reaches up to pat him, then uses him as support to at least sit back up. Upset, Duma props both front legs into her lap and squawks at her until she pets him.]
Well, now. It isn't as fun an adventure when I... [Ah—no, but these are the ruins, but they are in Sinnoh, but she is alive. A short sigh, and then, softly:] It isn't, is it?
[She nudges Duma out of her lap so she can stand, now carrying herself with some urgency.]
Is everyone all right?
[She's quick to come offer a hand up to anyone still working on that whole standing thing.
She does split off from the group, briefly, once everyone is reoriented enough to gather at the Center—she sees enough of them there together and decides they'll be well enough without her for a few moments, and she heads to the shrine. She sets down enough of her berry supplies as an offering to make Duma whimper in complaint, but even he can figure out to shut the fuck up for once in his life as Emmeryn closes her eyes and clasps her hands, fingers intertwined, up at her chest, and hopes someone hears her. Her head aches, dull and hot at the front of her forehead.
But of course she returns to the Center with the others, certainly not about to wander the town alone. Even now, she won't sit still for a moment. Audhulma cannot decide whether she wants to cling to Emmeryn's skirts or sit with Latona in some corner where the giant rabbit beast won't be too obtrusive, but Duma does his best to toddle right behind Emmeryn everywhere she goes. She disappears in one direction, returns to set steaming teacups down on tables next to tired friends by way of greeting; makes fruitless conversation with the attendants, excuses herself to set Audhulma down with Latona when the former sniffs and trembles; comes to her traveling companions with her empty hands folded in front of her and murmurs,] Is there anything I might do for you, for now?
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For a long few moments, Emmeryn doesn't move because she isn't entirely convinced that she can.
But Duma, ever faithfully standing at her side, nudges his whole face-body against her hand and makes a sad rumbling noise somewhere low in his shell, and she reaches up to pat him, then uses him as support to at least sit back up. Upset, Duma props both front legs into her lap and squawks at her until she pets him.]
Well, now. It isn't as fun an adventure when I... [Ah—no, but these are the ruins, but they are in Sinnoh, but she is alive. A short sigh, and then, softly:] It isn't, is it?
[She nudges Duma out of her lap so she can stand, now carrying herself with some urgency.]
Is everyone all right?
[She's quick to come offer a hand up to anyone still working on that whole standing thing.
She does split off from the group, briefly, once everyone is reoriented enough to gather at the Center—she sees enough of them there together and decides they'll be well enough without her for a few moments, and she heads to the shrine. She sets down enough of her berry supplies as an offering to make Duma whimper in complaint, but even he can figure out to shut the fuck up for once in his life as Emmeryn closes her eyes and clasps her hands, fingers intertwined, up at her chest, and hopes someone hears her. Her head aches, dull and hot at the front of her forehead.
But of course she returns to the Center with the others, certainly not about to wander the town alone. Even now, she won't sit still for a moment. Audhulma cannot decide whether she wants to cling to Emmeryn's skirts or sit with Latona in some corner where the giant rabbit beast won't be too obtrusive, but Duma does his best to toddle right behind Emmeryn everywhere she goes. She disappears in one direction, returns to set steaming teacups down on tables next to tired friends by way of greeting; makes fruitless conversation with the attendants, excuses herself to set Audhulma down with Latona when the former sniffs and trembles; comes to her traveling companions with her empty hands folded in front of her and murmurs,] Is there anything I might do for you, for now?