[Getting something through her journal at this hour had been surprising, to say the least, and from Aerith, too. Concerning, especially, because she'd noticed that something had been... different about her, and when she thought to ask what it might have been, a feeling of dread would settle over her instead, and she would find the words caught in her throat.
Her stomach sinks yet again, but she takes her quill anyway and writes back.]
Yeah. Of course. I'll be right over. Do you need me to bring anything?
[She's already getting properly dressed and out of her loungewear, letting Eustace know that she's got to head out to Aerith's for a bit.]
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Her stomach sinks yet again, but she takes her quill anyway and writes back.]
Yeah. Of course. I'll be right over. Do you need me to bring anything?
[She's already getting properly dressed and out of her loungewear, letting Eustace know that she's got to head out to Aerith's for a bit.]