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[rakta]

i cannot touch it.

[ Well, she might be able to, but she is afraid. There are things that make her curse happen, and things that don’t, and she has yet to parse which is which; she has chosen isolation before instead. With no medication and no gloves she simply sits, fearful.

(Soon, Armand and Astarion will bring her sets, to ease her pain, but for now she measures her suffering with ease. It is earned.) ]

[guitarpicks]

why?

[rakta]

my hands are bare.

[guitarpicks]

gloves and blanket, coming up!

[rakta]

thank you, eddie.

[guitarpicks]

anything for you, sweetheart