CAVERN.

[atrueheroine]

[Another encounter with the Shimmer, another round of confusion, frustration and exhaustion. It's probably going to be a fairly unanimous opinion, but Page much preferred the circle of peaceful corpses over the tree of suffering.

She emerged from the river just in time to hear what the Shimmer had to say, and it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. But regardless of feelings, it's probably wise that they don't move away from this cavern for the time being; the fire, remnants of that horrible tree, is providing light and warmth. They couldn't really ask for much more, especially after spending the past week in darkness.

So Page will swim back to the fire, placing herself in front of it and unwinding her headpiece, letting her locs fall free around her face. She's soaked, miserable and cold. As awful as the source of the heat is, she needs to dry off. The last thing she wants is to fall ill.

Not that it would mean much - sounds like a problem for her body. Wherever that is.

You're free to join her, or do what you will; time to rest, before the new week begins.]

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[scythegun]

[That's clearly given him pause, if the nearly-blank expression is any indication.]

I...

[...]

This... isn't the sort of thing I know how to talk about, to tell the truth.

[It's hesitant, more than he's ever been since arriving in this world.]

[atrueheroine]

[Oh, she'll notice. Page falls silent again.

...why is it so...hard to talk about this sort of thing? Bloody emotions, and all that. At least she'll try to get the words in a decent order, for Yeager's sake.]

...it's all right. You can just say what you feel like mentioning. I've learned the hard way that it can be...bad, to just bottle things up for too long.

[scythegun]

[It gets a short, sharp laugh from him.]

I agree entirely. Unfortunately, I've kept everything bottled up for a decade, so I'm afraid releasing any of it would simply make things worse.

[Now isn't the time or the place for deep self-reflection, right?]