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[ilda]

[ Minutes ago, there had been a scream as Ilda jolted awake. And in the dark of the night she'd panicked, the sight of the not-quite-familiar room making her think that she was still in the jungle, with the inky mass of... something trailing menacingly right behind her.

She'd stumbled out of bed and out of the room, her new roommates momentarily forgotten.

When she'd finally sent out a message, she was up on the roof, hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face. ]

H-Help.

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[spiralpatterns]

Hey, do you need a hand?

[A concerned voice that's trying really hard not to sound too concerned.]

Or a hot drink or whatever?

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[ilda]

[ ... oh hey. Someone she doesn’t know. And he’s cute.

Concerned about her, too. By now she’s calmed down enough that she actually gets a wee bit distracted. ]

H-Hi. Sorry, I just had a crazy dream vision thing.

A hot drink sounds nice.

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[spiralpatterns]

[you know what, why not. Probably most people can use a nice hot drink after a nightmare, anyway. Zephyr sighs very gently.]

All right, tea. Dreaming Bridge. Do you want to come down, or am I coming up? That looks like a roof.

[He's somewhere between put-upon and happy to help.]

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[ilda]

[ Ilda's not really a fan of tea but she's not going to be picky — not when the guy offering is this cute. ]

I'll meet you there! Can you give me ten minutes?

[ To comb her hair, wash her face, that sort of thing. ]

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[spiralpatterns]

Sure, whatever.

[Tea takes time to make anyway. Zephyr waves.]

I'll be waiting.

[And he will be; when Ilda gets downstairs there'll be warm tea and Zephyr sprawled inelegantly in a chair, idly messing with his yimo.]