fridgetothefire | 015 ☣ Voice + Spam

[Private to Alex, Bruce, Ben, Cass, and Pietro.]

I'm going to be okay.

[Private to the above + Riddick, Felix, Cassel, Rhade, and Dean.]

Let me know if you made it. Please.

[Public, a day or two after.]

If anyone who got hurt is still laid up, in the infirmary or wherever else, and wants me to bring them some books from the library, I'd be happy to.

I can read to you too, if you want, although I can't make promises how long my voice will last.

[It's still a little bit hoarse from screaming, but Anya knows all about painful, boring recoveries. She imagines most people on the barge will have more company than she used to, but it can't hurt to offer.]

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[After a night of deep, utterly dreamless post-adrenaline-crash sleep, Anya manages to drag herself into out of bed, because she can't stand the thought of more trail rations when she could get real breakfast. And there in the hall, just stepping out of his own room, is Erik. He's not her father, he never was and he never will be. But he's something like it, and he told her stories once, trying to protect her from the man who keeps haunting her all too literally. After a moment of staring, Anya flings herself at him and clings on tight.]

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[Ben talking about normal human sleep just makes her yawn. It's been a long few days with longer nights.]

You're sweet. But I definitely need rest, and I think that pill is maybe kicking in.

[She levers herself up carefully - her elbows are more or less unscathed, and they take the weight of her pushing up off the couch well enough. She wants to hug him or squeeze his shoulder or - something, anyway, but they're both too hurt in different ways to make it a good idea.]

Thank you again. For everything.

I've been told that before. I'm not certain it's accurate, but I won't argue, either.

[He's not, really. At least he doesn't think so. Nevertheless, she should go if she's tired, and she's moving to stand, anyway. Ben would join her but before he can figure out how to do it she's up, so he stays where he is.

His lips press together into a thin line for a moment, eyes searching.]

You're welcome. If you don't feel comfortable going to the infirmary for more medication or... any other assistance, you may come here and I'll do what I can for you. My warden will approve more supplies and more medications at my request.

[She smiles a little wider at the offer.]

You're not sappy, but you're definitely sweet.

I'll remember.

[She hovers for a moment, still wishing there was an easy way to connect, touch his wrist, something. She thinks of his hands carefully wrapping her hands, and decides that has to be enough. She bobs a little, somewhere between a nod and a curtsy.]

Goodnight, Ben.

[The doorknob is a little odd to work with her elbows, but it's just a question of angular pressure, and she gets it open before Ben can lurch to his feet to do it for her.]

[Ben doesn't know what she's waiting for, and he's searching for anything he may have forgotten to do or is supposed to do now. If there is, he's forgotten it or never knew it, so he does the only thing he can think of and replies in kind.]

Good night, Anya.

[He watches her until she's gone, and reminds himself that if she comes again, he'll get the door for her.]

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