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[jemerite]

[She has not moved from the place where the Labyrinth finally spit her out, lying in the grass curled into herself. The vine has come to investigate, now that she has been returned to the Garden. Where has she been? Has she learned her lesson? Perhaps.

She's filthy. Her hair lank and knotted, her clothes muddied and ripped. With her arms wrapped around herself, she claws at her skin with blunted nails, keening miserably. She has hardly ceased since the storm ended.

She rocks back and forth, her forehead pressed into the dirt, and as she falls onto her side, the vine follows curiously. Her face is bruised and crusted with blood, wounds she had not felt at the time, and truly she does not feel them now.

The vines slithering finally draws her attention and she makes a low whimpering sound. Her face is dry of tears, at least. The dead do not cry in such a way, even if her mouth is trembling.

She stares at the vine a moment longer before she draws herself up and tries to slink away from its gaze, but it follows her. She gives up eventually, sinking back down at the base of a tree and hiding behind her drawn up knees. That same piercing little wail eventually begins again, muffled from within her protective huddle.]

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[shadingtogray.livejournal.com]

The virus—

[ Her mouth turns in a slight frown. She understands what a virus is, but why it would prevent something like that— ]

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

[jemerite]

[She ducks back nervously, but she's already opened her big mouth.]

I'm already infected.

[shadingtogray.livejournal.com]

[ Instinct says she shouldn't be too close to someone who has an infection, but there's nothing she can do now — she's likely caught it already, if it's airborne. She doesn't know it's not the kind of infection she imagines. ]

Is it something treatable?

[ She's heard things about the snakes here, and while Amanda isn't fond of snakes, it's better than nothing. ]