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[ There's a fib of a Feather under the shade of the barracks after noon; she's got the sundress on, but Aerith is undoubtedly not new. She knows where she is, and after she gets past the jolt of terror that strikes when that last painful blow is remembered, she knows why she is there. She's plenty upset, and she's also angry and tense as she returns to house #41, keeping near the side of the street and under the cover of buildings for the brisk walk. She'll stop if a friend calls to her, but otherwise make a quick excuse and keep going; she really, really wants to go back to what's become her home here.

After stopping in at the house and checking in with her housemates--and letting herself have a good cry to help get it out--she goes and makes a journal post from her bedroom.

She takes a big, deep breath, first. ]

I'm back... this is Aerith. I hope no one [ else ] was worried, but it's... better now. I'm back. I'm not hurt.

...Is it...normal to see nothing when you die? Like you just stop... I'm sorry, ignore that. What a stupid thing to talk about!

[ ...It doesn't help to keep thinking about it right now. As she handles any responses that come, Aerith goes and does something extremely mundane and calming for her. She checks on all the flowers, at home, at the flower shop, and at the memorial garden, with the wolf Daisy close by her side. He's being more protective than usual right now. ]

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...Heh. Yeah, that hit the spot last time, didn't it? There's the bakery next to the flower shop. We can have a snack there, if you don't mind bringing the smoothies over. [ Jack might be most comfortable in a bar--Aerith doesn't mind them most of the time, but there's no denying she'd find the bakery more easing today. ]

You've got yourself a deal. I'll be over there soon. [Since it's not at a bar, he'll refrain from spiking his own smoothie. Or hers, for that matter.]

[ She'd hope he refrain from spiking hers in the first place...8|

He'll find her in the bakery with a chocolate muffin, missing only a bite, in front of her; she looks tired. As evidenced by the fact that she's actually got her head down on the table, her arms a makeshift pillow.

She also looks much too stiff to actually be asleep, and she'll crack an eye open and sit up when Jack comes close enough. ] Oh, hello.

[Well there's a sad sight. He slides into the chair across from her and sets a smoothie in front of her.]

Hey there. Feeling better yet?

Yeah, a bit. It helps to do something normal, you know? [ She takes hold of the smoothie--and then a quizzical look passes over her face before she takes a sip and looks at the smoothie. She already knew she couldn't feel heat, but apparently she couldn't feel a chill either.] Hum...

[That's an odd reaction.] Don't like it?

No, it's fine. But they're still cold, right? I mean, it doesn't take long to get from there to here...

[He takes a sip of his, wincing a bit as they freeze his front teeth.]

Very cold.

[ So it's probably going to seem weird when Aerith takes in his wince and then looks down at hers and--yup. Just knocks a big gulp back, no wincing or flinching. This isn't how she normally drinks, as he likely knows from the last talk over smoothies, but she has to be sure. She sets it back down. ]

...Oh, boy. I guess it covers both ends of the scale. [ She looks up at him and gives a little shrug, 'what can you do?' ] No heat, no cold.

[Oh, this wince is a sympathetic one. Sort of. More practiced than reflexive.]

Damn. That could be a pain. You might want to cut back on hot foods for awhile.

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[Voice] this is now her chugging icon too? lmfao I don't know.

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