voice; day 106, late afternoon

[enchangement]

What is the _point...?

Every step forard becomes another leap behind.

There is ^no food. Or not enough to go around.

There is a monster in the wa_{ter that they} can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The ex^{periment has g}one awry.

And we remain.

[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]

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[mentis]

I remember her.

[ Charles knows why River is specifying, and part of him wants to let out the heavy sigh that is brewing under his ribcage. River means well though, and so when his affirmative comes it's enthused with understanding. ]

Slowly, I can do.

[enchangement]

There is an allowance to worry. [ Friend, confidant, near-parent ...Charles fits into quite a few boxes in River's life and she would prefer he not fall ill or exacerbate his injuries at all.

Either way, given about twenty minutes, she knocks on the door of his room. ]

[mentis]

[ He opens the door and he's standing and dressed all by himself. Basically his grin carries with it an air of smugness. ]

Hello River.

[enchangement]

Hi Charles.

Arm in arm? [ Or is that too indicative of needing support? ]

[mentis]

Only because I'm a gentleman.

[ He offers her a half joking, stern expression. ] There's absolutely no other reason why I should walk with your arm in mine. [ It's a tease, an attempt to smooth a balm over everything that has happened. ] You can pick the route. I believe you know more of the outside world than I do.

[ English? Upper class? Liable to sunburn? Outside is not his go-to. ]