[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]
[ Wandering in here feels so surreal. It truly feels like the both of them. It certainly feels like Yuna. Her pervasive cheer, her hope, her stalwart faith even in the face of so much death...
This is definitely a room she'd live in. This is hers.
Xion has moved to the center of it, looking around with a wistful look on her face. When Milla speaks, Xion will turn and move back towards her, reaching out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. ]
I felt the same way, after Tarvek.
[ She glances around again, her smile very sad. ]
It's so like her, somehow. Everything in here... this seems like the kind of room Yuna would live in.
[Milla gladly allows Xion to take her hand, and she returns that squeeze with a small one of her own. it's. . . comforting. and it helps reassure her even when Tarvek is mentioned, and some of that old guilt from week three resurfaces]
It is, isn't it? I find the color to be particularly representative of her personality. I'll have to make sure to maintain the tidiness of her possessions in her absence.
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Milla gets a thoughtful look as she gestures, but Xion pulls in a breath simply says: ]
Okay. I'll follow you.
[ Which she will, somewhat more slowly thanks to crutches, but she Does Her Best. ]
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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.
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This is definitely a room she'd live in. This is hers.
Xion has moved to the center of it, looking around with a wistful look on her face. When Milla speaks, Xion will turn and move back towards her, reaching out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. ]
I felt the same way, after Tarvek.
[ She glances around again, her smile very sad. ]
It's so like her, somehow. Everything in here... this seems like the kind of room Yuna would live in.
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It is, isn't it? I find the color to be particularly representative of her personality. I'll have to make sure to maintain the tidiness of her possessions in her absence.