[Prison, followed by a trek through an elaborate labyrinth that as of yet had not revealed its end, has not been kind to Sieglinde. Well, it hasn't been easy on most anyone, and she's fared a bit better by virtue of having people willing to share their scarce food with her, but she's still tired, hungry, dirty, and most definitely frustrated with her inability to divine an exit. o According to her calculations she'd hoped that this water sluice would lead upwards, but it hadn't, and she was left to pull out her makeshift map she's been adding to along the way and use a tiny nub of charcoal to mark that failure, rustling in her hip pouch for a piece of the leathery, alien meat jerky Giovanni had given her. (He didn't need to eat, so she didn't need to feel bad about taking his food.)
It is like this, sprawled on the floor of a dirty, poop ball stained tunnel, dress blood-stained and torn, long hair a mess of a braid, chewing on a small and rather upsettingly tough piece of jerky that someone calls out for her. Relief, thinking she could perhaps be carried back to the others rather than walk herself, quickly turns instead to near comic shock.]
Sebastian?!
[She almost inhales the jerky, but chokes it back at the last moment with a thump to her chest, frozen otherwise though she thought she ought to rise, do.... Something. But to suddenly see him standing there, after so long, in such a place as this?]
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According to her calculations she'd hoped that this water sluice would lead upwards, but it hadn't, and she was left to pull out her makeshift map she's been adding to along the way and use a tiny nub of charcoal to mark that failure, rustling in her hip pouch for a piece of the leathery, alien meat jerky Giovanni had given her. (He didn't need to eat, so she didn't need to feel bad about taking his food.)
It is like this, sprawled on the floor of a dirty, poop ball stained tunnel, dress blood-stained and torn, long hair a mess of a braid, chewing on a small and rather upsettingly tough piece of jerky that someone calls out for her. Relief, thinking she could perhaps be carried back to the others rather than walk herself, quickly turns instead to near comic shock.]
Sebastian?!
[She almost inhales the jerky, but chokes it back at the last moment with a thump to her chest, frozen otherwise though she thought she ought to rise, do.... Something. But to suddenly see him standing there, after so long, in such a place as this?]
What are you doing here?