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[foolishwren]

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[foolishwren]

_{[It's really not Ed's fault he doesn't know-- and besides, Heather doesn't exactly know anybody else this has happened to. Still, that doesn't stop her reply from being snappish.]}

Well, I didn't always get sick during the fog!

[solperierat]

[Ed can't quite help his brief growl in response to Heather's snappy reply, but he stifles it down to just an annoyed scowl. He's trying to help her, and getting into a shouting match won't be much help in doing that.]

It's the fucking first I've heard about any of this, gimme a break! So what happened, then? A curse or some bullshit?

[foolishwren]

I don't know.

_{[She says this gruffly, defensively, flicking a bit of ash from the end of her cigarette off into the night.]}

It's been this way ever since--

_{[She pauses, willing herself not to shudder as her gut clenches. Then brings the cigarette to her mouth and takes a slow drag from it, not finishing whatever thought she'd started.]}

[solperierat]

[Rota.]

[It's not hard to connect the dots there, even only having witnessed the aftermath of that incident. It had left it's scars on everyone involved, and somehow Ed isn't surprised that it's the source of Heather's troubles. He pauses for a moment before letting out a long, slow hiss of breath, his frown turning sympathetic and his voice softer.]

I thought all that poison had gotten out of you by now.

[foolishwren]

_{[She's quiet for a moment, just breathing out the smoke in slow plumes from her nostrils.]}

... I don't think it's the poison.

[solperierat]

[...well then. He shifts a little, settling into a slightly more comfortable position.]

What else could it be? Not that I'm saying that whole mess wasn't horrific, but just trauma alone shouldn't do...this.

[foolishwren]

Trauma alone can do a lot.

<sub>[She says this a bit shortly-- after all, hadn't literally everything wrong with Silent Hill been born of trauma? If not just her own, then layers upon layers of it building up over generations?]

[Heaving a sigh, she tosses the cigarette-- it's almost done, anyway.]</sub>

I used to turn into something else. Something big and scary. I hated it.

But... that was all that kept me alive down there in the pit.

Being that thing.

... I haven't been able to do it ever since.

[solperierat]

Never said it couldn't.

[Ed doesn't need to be told how much a bad situation can fuck someone up for life, not with what he's been through.]

[Edward listens quietly, tail flicking back and forth as he thinks, and he lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.]

Were you...no, of course you got fucked up like that, you were fucked up after you changed back. Maybe there's something else that fuels that...side of you? And it's still healing, or recovering or something.

[God that sounds stupid, but it's the best he's got.]

[foolishwren]

I guess.

Can't think of anything else.

_{[She rubs her gnarled talons backwards across her face, wiping away the feverish sweat from her forehead. Chills and hot flashes, like a fever-- that's what she gets when the fog comes in. Like withdrawal symptoms.]}

... Anyway, you got your shower.

What do you want now?

_{[UH, MAYBE TO CHECK ON YOU, HEATHER? RUDE!]}s

[solperierat]

Me either.

[He frowns and cocks his head at her, then reaches over to very gently give the back of her head a rap with his knuckles.]

To make sure you're gonna be okay, you idiot.

[foolishwren]

_{[She leans forward at the rap, growling, but doesn't offer a violent reaction like when he'd grabbed her earlier. Instead she just mutters darkly, rubbing the back of her head.]}

I wasn't kidding when I said I could scratch your eyes out, you know.

[solperierat]

[Ed leans back against the windowsill with a smirk.]

Yeah, yeah. Keep chirpin', bird, I could toss you clear down to the street.

[foolishwren]

Yeah, so could most things, I got hollow bones.

_{[She banks on being QUICK, not difficult to toss around.]}

[solperierat]

Out to the beach, then.

[He huffs out a sigh, one ear flicking up.]

You'll work this shit out...but if you need some muscle on your side before then, you know where to find me, yeah?

[foolishwren]

Hmph.

_{[That's... probably a 'yes' in Heatherese.]}