[Milla's moving pretty slowly too, despite the fact that her ribs are healing. the fight with the coyotes and her new injuries certainly didn't help her recovery, and she looks more exhausted today than she's ever looked during these past five weeks]
[but still, she perseveres]
[she opens the door to her room and steps aside to let Xion enter first. when she does, she'll find that said room is decorated with artwork: a black and white picture of roasted potatoes, some folded paper birds hanging on the walls, and a portrait of Yuna painted by Ezio. it's a colorful room, clearly tailored to the occupants' interests. Milla sighs as she steps in behind Xion and closes the door behind her]
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[but still, she perseveres]
[she opens the door to her room and steps aside to let Xion enter first. when she does, she'll find that said room is decorated with artwork: a black and white picture of roasted potatoes, some folded paper birds hanging on the walls, and a portrait of Yuna painted by Ezio. it's a colorful room, clearly tailored to the occupants' interests. Milla sighs as she steps in behind Xion and closes the door behind her]
[and then she speaks, quietly]
. . . it feels. . . empty.