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♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[because hearts-----

Okay, he isn't sure how he should answer that. So he goes for the honest answer]

I want to help...

"You... you want to help me? I can help myself—"

She scrambles. She runs her hands over her dress, looking for something.

"Where is it?"

Where's what...?

[sorry brosis but I think the fact that you are alive means that you can't help yourself a bit...

But he thinks he knows-- is there a feeling coming off that blue flower he nabbed earlier??]

"The second thing I managed to grow..."

Yes—in fact, a strong feeling of hope radiates from that blue flower.

[oh she can have that FOR SURE.

He pulls it from his inventory and offers it to her]

Ratatosk grabbed it while you were... [he stumbles over the word, but it's okay.]

It's... Really pretty.

She takes it and handles it like it's the most precious thing.

"This was the first and last thing I managed to grow..."

... I don't think you're done growing things. I hope you aren't.

Her eyes suddenly widen in shock.

"Outside—I had grown a tree...!"

She hops off of the gurney (what even) and darts for the doorway.

[what even--]

A tree? W-Wait!

[how bad are his feet still, can she escape him, and resign him to seeing other parts of the heart?]

She grabs your hand as she runs past you, and tries pulling you along. Your feet are fine now, or at least, the pain doesn't stop you from walking by any means. It's a dull ache now.

But she is making to run for the outside.