Tiffanian
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Re: Mei-Lien (KakkaHousu)
Hannah groaned weakly as Mei-Lien picked her up, able to pile most of their clothing on top of the mage before carrying her as quickly as she could manage to. "I... won't..." she muttered, "there's too many things... I still want to do..." It seemed much longer to the wolfgirl's room than it had when they had left, and Mei-Lien's body still ached. Hannah began to drift in and out of consciousness, though she probably looked a lot worse than she was, since her dragging herself across the ground had left most of her pale body smeared with blood. Still, Mei-Lien could tell that the girl's legs were dead weight. She began to mutter things at the fighter, none of it intelligible, though every so often she would look up at Mei-Lien and smile a little, a hand reaching out to brush against her arm. Finally they got to the wolfgirl's room, and the door burst open wide before them, reacting to Mei-Lien's will. Jenn fell out of her chair with a scream at the unexpected intrusion, then looked to Hannah with wide eyes. "What the Hells happened? What...?" she said, quickly running into the room in back and throwing open the lid of the mimic's chest, pointing out the bleeding mage in Mei-Lien's arms. "Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Please drop her into my chest, I'll do my best to help her" the mimic said, and when Mei-Lien had done so the chest slammed shut. It was a long moment before anything was said, with Jenn finally breaking the ice. "Looks like you've had a rough evening. Need a drink? Or something to help you get to sleep? It's getting quite late, and I was just about to finish up my reading and have a bit of fun with the mimic before bed myself when you showed up, you're lucky you got here when you did."
Hannah groaned weakly as Mei-Lien picked her up, able to pile most of their clothing on top of the mage before carrying her as quickly as she could manage to. "I... won't..." she muttered, "there's too many things... I still want to do..." It seemed much longer to the wolfgirl's room than it had when they had left, and Mei-Lien's body still ached. Hannah began to drift in and out of consciousness, though she probably looked a lot worse than she was, since her dragging herself across the ground had left most of her pale body smeared with blood. Still, Mei-Lien could tell that the girl's legs were dead weight. She began to mutter things at the fighter, none of it intelligible, though every so often she would look up at Mei-Lien and smile a little, a hand reaching out to brush against her arm. Finally they got to the wolfgirl's room, and the door burst open wide before them, reacting to Mei-Lien's will. Jenn fell out of her chair with a scream at the unexpected intrusion, then looked to Hannah with wide eyes. "What the Hells happened? What...?" she said, quickly running into the room in back and throwing open the lid of the mimic's chest, pointing out the bleeding mage in Mei-Lien's arms. "Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Please drop her into my chest, I'll do my best to help her" the mimic said, and when Mei-Lien had done so the chest slammed shut. It was a long moment before anything was said, with Jenn finally breaking the ice. "Looks like you've had a rough evening. Need a drink? Or something to help you get to sleep? It's getting quite late, and I was just about to finish up my reading and have a bit of fun with the mimic before bed myself when you showed up, you're lucky you got here when you did."