knightsoflegend | OPEN ♔ I'LL FIND IT IN MYSELF TO GIVE THIS ONE MORE SHOT

WHO || Francesca and YOU [open]
WHAT || It's been a long couple of days for some and an eternity for others.
WHERE || Knights HQ; the medical wing
WHEN || Wednesday, April 11
HOW || Either actionspam or prose, multiple threads.

Francecsa's alive for quite a while before she actually comes to, her breathing slow and even. When she finally begins to rouse, her body is first to react, although it's movements and changes are slight, such as a finger twitch or a more exaggerated exhale. Her mind is a little slower to perk up, as it's quite the sensory overload to suddenly return from nothingness to life, but she soon feels the darkness give way to coherency.

The room itself isn't very stimulating, and while the lack of provocation helps her brain focus on waking up, it does nothing to ease the rapid assault of memories that are subsequently flashing behind closed eyelids. As her reminiscing approaches her present condition, her chest starts to rise and fall much more desperately. When she finds herself practically gasping for air, she finally opens her eyes in hopes it will stop the violent spinning in her head.

She knows she's not alone. She can feel him in the room, Christos that is. When her eyes shoot open, on top of the fear, she feels a sudden panic that maybe he isn't here, and this feeling is just from reliving so many memories of him at once. With the room spinning, it's impossible for her to immediately locate him, though, and she finds she can't really just move, the soreness in her body complete. All this just fuels her hyperventilation even more, and she gives up focusing on anything but just breathing for a couple seconds, desperately hoping she's somewhere safe, and not alone.

* * * * *

After he leaves, she just sleeps more, not trusting herself to walk anywhere, let alone all the way to her room. So she'll just hang out in the cleric wing, drifting in and out of nightmare-accompanied sleep. She wakes in a panic several times, desperately trying to free herself from whatever it is she's dreaming about. She can't really stop any visitors, not that she'd mind a few good words right now anyway.

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"I'm glad you were here when I woke up." And not someone like Solace. She sighs, leading into her next sentiment. "You have no idea how much it means to me."

He meets her gaze and holds it for a long moment, uncertain of what to say. It seems all wrong to him, that she should be anything but angry over how he hadn't saved her, after all.

"I'm certain you'll have your share of visitors."

She gives a little grimace. "That's nice, but I can't say I'm feeling particularly social right now." She subconsciously runs a hand through her hair. "And I'm sure I look fabulous." Yep, that really is part of her concern right now.

"You've been dead for three days, I'm not certain who would hold your looks against you." Wow, he is the worst person at comforting ever.

That sort of... hits her right in the face and she blinks a couple times, not really put off, but more just surprised.

"Three days." She hadn't really considered the time she must have lost until now. Not like that's much time when faced with losing the rest of your lifetime. She looks thoughtful for a couple seconds, before she slowly moves her eyes back up to his. "Do you know how long it usually takes someone to fully recover after," she makes a very slight motion with her hand, "all this?"

"I imagine that would depend on what you mean by 'fully'."

"Is it strange, despite how many years I've been doing this, I never truly considered being in this position? It's not as if I've never been subjected to the fear of death." She looks down slightly, a clear thought entering her mind. "It's the concept of what to do with the gift of an undeserved second-chance."

"What do you mean, undeserved?" The words are almost snapped out, as if the phrase offends him personally.

"I didn't think anyone just deserved the right to come back from the dead." She just looks at him a little strangely, keeping her voice calm.

"If the gods felt that way, they'd never have handed mortals the power of resurrection in the first place." Okay, that was a weak argument, seeing as how they'd also handed them the power to do plenty of shadier things, but whatever.

"I wish I possessed your confidence in the generosity of the gods."

"I certainly wouldn't call it that."

She thinks back on this conversation they're having to find the part where they branched into this confusing dialogue. "I don't think all second-chances are undeserved. I was merely remarking on mine." She realizes that sounds... a little Emo, so she adds, "Not that I particularly don't deserve it, but more so that I don't know what I did to deserve it."

"You did plenty," he says, and it's deceptively close to a compliment, really. "What more did you feel you needed to do?"

She recognizes his almost compliments easily, as it's the best she can usually get out of him. "I really don't know. I guess I'm just feeling reflective. Those life-passing-before-your-eyes moments can get the best of you."

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"Nothing's passed," he says firmly. "You're here, same as you've always been."

She can't decide whether that statement is comforting or depressing. She's glad to be home but the thought of everything being the same to her feels impossible in this moment.

She studies him for a few moments as she thinks all this over, finally deciding to just say what she's thinking. "You think it will be like that? It will just be... the same?" Her tone is genuinely curious as she trusts his observations more so than her own at this point.

She's asking the wrong person this question, seeing as how there is nothing he hates more than change...

"Why wouldn't it?"

Well now she's going to talk about the thing he hates second most.

"It just feels different."

It's true. So he will try to shut that down before it can get rolling.

"That will pass. You've only just awoken."

"You're right. I probably just need... time to sort through all this. I'll figure it out." She says this more to reassure herself than him, but she nods at him anyway.

Her expression droops a little as she remembers her other concern. "I'm sorry to have put you through all this." She's quiet and solemn, knowing he's going to find her concern for him ridiculous. However, her guilt overshadows her trepidation.

"Don't be ludicrous," is his sharp retort, because yes, he thinks she's ridiculous worrying about him when she almost died. Even if it... ruined his life. "I'm simply glad you've returned."

She did die, actually, and therefore thinks she can worry about whatever she'd like. She deserves that much, at least. She opens her mouth to argue, but his last remark stops the words from coming.

Her expression softens significantly and she gives him a small smile. "I'm glad I have too." She has a strange expression on her face, something unknown mixed with undeniable fondness.

He holds her gaze for all of five seconds, before clearing his throat and going to rise. "I should probably collect Solace so he can check you out of this godforsaken room." Only Christos would call a cleric's ward godforsaken.

She snorts lightly at his pun, her eyes following his movement. She reaches out for his hand before he can move away (touch attack 33), seeking his gaze. She looks vulnerable and desperately tries to properly emphasize her conviction with her words. "Really, Christos, thank you. For everything."

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