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Who| Marjara and YOU.
What| Avoiding these time ripple shenanigans, thank you very much. She's had enough tampering with time for one lifetime. So she's camping this one out. Feel free to take refuge in the forest for a while.
Where| Marjara's Biome
When| During the Time Ripple event.

Marjara hadn't seen magic work this way in quite some time, not since the Magister Alexius decided to tamper with time and thrust her into an alternate future. What a horrifying glimpse of how things could be that had been. She had understandably no desire to be wrapped up in time-bending yet again. It didn't seem to be doing anyone the same amount of harm as ripping open time's fabric seemed to have done before, anyway.

So here she was, retiring to her little scrap of the station, fashioned into the likeness of the woods she had grown up in. Lush green forests stood tall, nearly blocking the sunlight with their broad canopy save in a few small clearings. Elven ruins stood bleached and bare, half-buried and crumbling, but they were such a facet of even her subconscious memory of these places she was almost glad to see them.

And a warm campire had been set up in the embrace of one of these ruins. Against a half-collapsed stone wall a tent stood, as well as a table for gathering ingredients to brew potions. The lap of luxury and technology it wasn't, but...

Well. She slept better at night, anyway.

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Finally letting her hand drift to the side, arm floating on the water, Amélie drew in measured breaths and quelled her expression of pain to muffled whimpers. She stayed like that until the blinding whiteness in her vision dissipated and she could begin to think beyond the pain. Muscles began to relax a little as cognizant thought and logic took over once again, allowing her to open her eyes.

It took her a moment to remember where she was, head lolling to one side to take in the elf nearby. She went to speak but paused to take the leather from her mouth and work her still jaw a moment before she could manage words, voice a bit hoarse.

"My apologies for that. I do not know how long I was out. Will you toss my clothing into the water? They need washed." And Amélie needed a few more moments before she put any weight on her leg.

"You're not seriously apologizing for this, are you?"

Marjara's eyes narrowed briefly, before she reached for the other woman's clothing and tossed them in her direction, slipping closer to the water's edge in the process. "I have something that will help the pain, when you're ready to come out."

"Oui. I demanded that you essentially do nothing. I am not blind to your compassion, Marjara." Shifting stiffly, Amélie snagged the clothing and dunked them in the water. "You have a good heart."

The top didn't need much, but the pants had soaked up a fair amount of blood. Methodically, she dirtied the water even more with the remnants of her blood. "Is it potent? Otherwise, it may be wasted on me and better saved for someone normal."

"Potent enough. It's what I used to keep the pain at bay when I still had the Anchor attached to it," she replies grimly, fishing for the vial before holding it up between two fingers.

"The taste isn't the greatest, but it makes things a little more tolerable. And it's not a waste if it's even a little useful."

"I am sure I have had worse," Amélie replied, looking over her shoulder at the elf. That was when she realized there were tears on her face. Making a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, she paused in cleaning her clothes to splash water onto her face, rubbing the tear tracks away. Such weakness she had displayed...

"I will gladly accept it."