[ there's so very much to be worried about that she can hardly keep track of it all anymore. riza is in terrible shape, leanne is vanished, prompto is working himself to the bone and alisaie - alisaie is this, reduced to pain and blood and dependence. it's awful, and terrifying, and it's been all she could do to hold herself together against it, to keep moving forward, one step at a time, even though it's getting harder and harder to look for the light at the end of the tunnel.
but when leanne shows up at last it's one thing to cross off the list of innumerable worries.
apologies, friend, that she is not looking.. better for your grand reappearance. alisaie's skin is ashen, save where it's flushed with fever. she's thin and exhausted and the blood won't stop - thin trickles of it from her eyes and nose and ears, not uncontrollable, but constant enough that it's stained her hair and the collar of her nightdress. the pain is the worst of it though, like hot knives driven through her very bones, the slightest movement or pressure a spark of agony.
that doesn't stop her from cracking a weary smile for leanne, however, and squeezing her hand as tightly as she can which, admittedly, is not very much. what's left of her voice is a croak, but she sounds awfully relieved. ]
I'm.. so glad to see you. You worried me, you little brat.
im so here for this!!
but when leanne shows up at last it's one thing to cross off the list of innumerable worries.
apologies, friend, that she is not looking.. better for your grand reappearance. alisaie's skin is ashen, save where it's flushed with fever. she's thin and exhausted and the blood won't stop - thin trickles of it from her eyes and nose and ears, not uncontrollable, but constant enough that it's stained her hair and the collar of her nightdress. the pain is the worst of it though, like hot knives driven through her very bones, the slightest movement or pressure a spark of agony.
that doesn't stop her from cracking a weary smile for leanne, however, and squeezing her hand as tightly as she can which, admittedly, is not very much. what's left of her voice is a croak, but she sounds awfully relieved. ]
I'm.. so glad to see you. You worried me, you little brat.