‍‍⌈𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑬 ⌋

She's quietly shuffling out of the abbey's library, a book clutched to her chest.

[ still lingering in the abbey. her legs are still on the mend. ]

the pleasure is mine, val. i'm sorry for seeming... stand-offish. that isn't my intention.

please don't-- call me that. my name is Genevieve.

are fires a... common occurrence here?

i want to be left alone. i don't care for company, especially not yours. you remind me of someone i'd much rather forget.

i will personally set you on fire.

can someone please get this vampire away from me.

i am just standing here.

she's wheezing and gasping for breath, settled onto a bench just outside the chapel. perhaps she pushed herself a little too hard...

she's hesitating. she knows those growls, better than anyone. on weakened legs, Gen hurries through the abbey, trying to find her friend.

i'm not particularly fond of becoming friendly with those who will forget me in a month's time. what, are you one of their priests? a monk, perhaps?

still exploring the abbey. she's hasn't really left the room she was put in after leaving the infrimary...

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[ She nods gently, tugging her robe around herself. A Sister had been kind enough to give her some clothes while she recovered. ] Makes sense to me. I won't pry. I'm sure you'd prefer such things remain private.

Trying to, yeah... [ She glances back at the crutches leaned against the wall, a mere few feet away. ] Ah... What were you reading? Are you okay?

[ she's shuffling by, stopping when she notices her friend. ] Oh, Pan. Is... everything alright?

she's doing her best to walk around the abbey, even if her legs are incredibly sore.

blinking. "I-I'm sorry--" Awkwardly holding her hand out. "My name's Genevieve."