[ It's been days since the spirits retreated, since Robin's mysterious message on the bulletin, since Vanitas came back and Bruce began grieving the loss of someone Riku only ever met in passing. Since friends started to lick their wounds and pick up the pieces.
Riku's throat is no longer bandaged, but there's a fresh scar. Vanitas and his dark healing accomplished enough that he can, in short periods, speak. He's still taking it easy, sparing his voice when he can.
Eleven's an exception. He turns as she approaches, likewise haggard, but a few decent meals and some fairly adequate rest has started to take the harsher edges off the exhaustion. Just because Riku's not surprised to see how fatigue has etched itself into her face doesn't mean he isn't concerned. ]
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Riku's throat is no longer bandaged, but there's a fresh scar. Vanitas and his dark healing accomplished enough that he can, in short periods, speak. He's still taking it easy, sparing his voice when he can.
Eleven's an exception. He turns as she approaches, likewise haggard, but a few decent meals and some fairly adequate rest has started to take the harsher edges off the exhaustion. Just because Riku's not surprised to see how fatigue has etched itself into her face doesn't mean he isn't concerned. ]
Hey, El. You getting any rest?