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[bearshermark]

If you need help, please ask for it. The people that care about you won't think less of you for it. They'll be relieved and honored that you trust them.

And if you think no one cares about you, you're wrong. I care about you. I'll look after you, if no one else will. I won't tell anyone.

Everyone can benefit from a little kindness sometimes. It's nothing shameful. There's too little of it here.

[General advice or one very specific call-out? who knows~]

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[bearshermark]

[He nods. The sick feeling in his stomach hasn't entirely abated since the warnings began to echo through the city. Made worse now through loss and some degree of hopelessness.

Eleven follows and settles into bed with her in a loose hold. He's grateful for this, for being able to feel her against him. He isn't sure how he'd manage another night like the previous one. He presses a gentle kiss to her temple]

I pray we feel better in the morning.

[lancifolium]

[ Wasting no time wrapping her arms around Eleven while they both settled into her bed, she rested her chin on his shoulder with a frown, tired and worried for him, and indeed, the whole group of them. ]

We'll stay in bed until we feel better.

[ She imagined for that to truly work, they would have to hide there for longer than either of them had - but she would take all of his time the following day that she could. ]

Emilia's been by with a basket of treats, we've got provisions, I'm well enough to conjure proper tea again instead of just weird hot water.

[ Another reason the last few weeks had been such a trial. ]