[ lucrecia is trying. gods know she's trying to figure out what possessed her to come here and bother anyone, to speak with this woman instead of running off like she hadn't noticed anything. but here she is and she's trying to talk to someone for the first time in decades. how does she even start?
unable to hide her thoughts, she gives her head a shake to clear her mind — it doesn't work. she absolutely isn't okay and needs any help she can get. the man whose chocobo she had brought back had been kind enough to give her clothes and a room to sleep in for a night, but he hadn't asked her if she needed anything, just foisted those on her and refused her protests. he had also left without making sure she would be okay later on, but that's how people are in rich, resort towns. they think about now and not later.
thinking about either is frightening for a person as lost as lucrecia is. her lower lip trembles and she bites down on it, but it doesn't help. ]
I don't know what to do, [ she finally admits, her gaze lowering to the floor, eyes reflecting a deeply wounded mind. lucrecia should absolutely not be left alone right now but she has no idea what she's doing or where to go from here. and she doesn't want to be a burden on someone else. ] Someone told me that I should go to Midgar, but this is as far as I got on my own. She said... she said a friend would meet me here, but I don't know who she was or who she wanted me to find.
[ another shake of her head. no, she shouldn't talk about it. what if someone thinks she's crazy? lifting her head, she manages an apologetic smile that looks like it's just a mask to hide her uncertainty, which it is. ] I'm sorry. It sounds so silly when I say it. I should go. I'm sorry for bothering you.
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[ lucrecia is trying. gods know she's trying to figure out what possessed her to come here and bother anyone, to speak with this woman instead of running off like she hadn't noticed anything. but here she is and she's trying to talk to someone for the first time in decades. how does she even start?
unable to hide her thoughts, she gives her head a shake to clear her mind — it doesn't work. she absolutely isn't okay and needs any help she can get. the man whose chocobo she had brought back had been kind enough to give her clothes and a room to sleep in for a night, but he hadn't asked her if she needed anything, just foisted those on her and refused her protests. he had also left without making sure she would be okay later on, but that's how people are in rich, resort towns. they think about now and not later.
thinking about either is frightening for a person as lost as lucrecia is. her lower lip trembles and she bites down on it, but it doesn't help. ]
I don't know what to do, [ she finally admits, her gaze lowering to the floor, eyes reflecting a deeply wounded mind. lucrecia should absolutely not be left alone right now but she has no idea what she's doing or where to go from here. and she doesn't want to be a burden on someone else. ] Someone told me that I should go to Midgar, but this is as far as I got on my own. She said... she said a friend would meet me here, but I don't know who she was or who she wanted me to find.
[ another shake of her head. no, she shouldn't talk about it. what if someone thinks she's crazy? lifting her head, she manages an apologetic smile that looks like it's just a mask to hide her uncertainty, which it is. ] I'm sorry. It sounds so silly when I say it. I should go. I'm sorry for bothering you.