❝hold your own, know your name❞

[guiltapalooza]

Characters Willow (guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.
Setting: The infirmary.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match if you want prose.
Warnings: Maybe some mention of past violence.
Summary: Though she's laid up in the infirmary with some pretty debilitating wounds, Willow's feeling a lot better than she has in months, and is more her usual self. Her magic is finally back, and she's welcome to visitors.

[Willow is currently propped up in bed, a stack of pillows fluffed behind her and the layers of blankets tucked around her. There's healing, scabbed scrapes on one cheek, and her right hand is splinted; she's wearing rather boring gray thermal pajamas, but along the neckline clean white bandages can be seen wrapping across her torso. It's not a surprise that with how battered she is she's also very tired. She's rather dazedly holding a mug of tea in her hands, cradled in her lap to stabilize it while she rests and not bother her injuries.

But despite all this, when someone enters she looks up to greet them with a sleepy smile.] Hey.

Comments

[floreatnoctem]

I sorely believe they need to reevaluate how wise something like that is in a place like this.

[With the way things have been going lately, she honestly thinks the aggression they all show toward each other could be better directed. And she doesn't simply mean the trolls, either. All of them could probably stand to be a little less petty about their grudges...

But then that would probably include her distaste for S.E.E.S., and she's not sure she can let that particular grudge go so easily.]

To be honest, I hadn't thought to ask his age. Perhaps I shall.

[She's not sure about the lifespan of trolls really, but Dualscar at the very least looks considerably older than her.]

Don't worry too much about it now- it's done, and I'm sure you've better things than to bother trying again. [Chidori shrugs, and reaches forward to pat her leg.] I'm sure he'll get better soon.

[She hopes.]

[guiltapalooza]

I think they need to reevaluate a lot of things, [she says sourly.] Why did all the reasonable trolls have to leave? All the ones that left are a little... un-adjusty. [By which she means they all seem to think playing by troll society rules is something inviolable that doesn't need to be reexamined. (Her perspective may be very slightly, aka massively, biased on this.)]

Ask his birthday, too, [she suggests, perking up as she redirects things in a sillier direction quite deliberately.] Or just make one up and surprise him with a little shindig. Maybe if he had presents and streamers he'd spend less time pimp smacking me. I really don't want a repeat of that experience. [Implication being that Chidori's right, Willow really doesn't want to try again on fighting him if she can help it.]

[floreatnoctem]

How many of them have gone? [She can't say she really knew how many there were to begin with, but she'd like to know who's left at least. And how high she needs to set her guard.]

Birthday? Do they even celebrate things like that? [She can't be sure they do, and if they do, she can't imagine what trolls would do to celebrate it. More to consider, at least.] Though I suppose something like that couldn't hurt... provided I could get anyone to attend.

[She has no illusions about his popularity in the tower, no she does not.]

[guiltapalooza]

I guess I'm mostly thinking of Aradia, but I haven't seen the Summoner around in ages. And both of the Solluxes, too. I wish we could trust anything we get told; I want them to be alright.

[And thinking of them all stuck in a barren wasteland, a crumbling post-apocalyptic landscape of their world, is genuinely upsetting. Willow bites her lip.]

Not too sure about troll birthdays. I think they call it a... wriggle something? [She's only heard it mentioned in passing, so she's not too clear on that.]

It doesn't need to be a party or anything, just cheer him up a little. Get him thinking about that instead of starting fights.