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one blanket would be welcome.

[ Especially if it smells like him. Safe. ]

i do not know if i can eat.

one blanket coming up ( he’ll throw a shirt in there too )

i’ll bring something for the smell too… so you don’t have to deal with— yeah. ( with danny, dead in the other cell. he can’t say it. )

i cannot stand it.

[ because it makes her sick.

because it makes her hunger. ]

yeah… i was thinking they’d move him but i think jem might bite anyone who tries

i do not like it here. my hands hurt. my head hurts. the strange screen is too loud.

[ The Mario Kart is too loud. Either way, it’s overstimulating, even if she deserves it. ]

the tv? there’s a little remote where you can turn it down without approaching it ( but her care package will have earplugs and something for the headaches too — with instruction to ask Lucifer how much to take. ) hopefully it won’t be long. this game can’t go on forever

( none of them can take it )

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.) ]