[ hell yes she lives another day

At least the gazebo is different enough to break the illusion. It's this large stone structure that's less "tea spot" and more "mausoleum". When they get close enough is when Wakaba breaks off to take a seat on one of the benches. Not having to force herself upright anymore is wonderful, slowly stretching the one arm out and forward until she's just face-down in the stone table. Nails scrape on the surface, loosen with one long exhale.

Much better. When she speaks again it's infinitely less strained in comparison. ] I know. I've had enough physical therapy to know all the lectures. And the 'accidents' are the reason for the rule. We'll have a proper system by November.

[ When her eyes bleed and the minotaur strength comes back. When Niina heals enough to be able to face threats. But until then, neither are in any state to do anything. Any bit that helps quell the anxiety of those that live here is more than worth it.

Which on that note: the head finally turns to See them properly for the first time. ]

So. What'd you bring.