AUDIENCE: ELSA

[retellers]

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[showyourself]

You're clearly not fine! Don't be stubborn. [ahhhh. she scoots over to beside them, and gently puts a hand to their brow.]

[retellers]

[ well, they don't have a fever or anything, so they just stare (maybe, it's hard to tell with the mask) blankly at her as she does that. ]

[showyourself]

Can you eat? Or drink? I brought the hot chocolate. I can prop you up enough to drink it. Oh, do you eat and drink? I never thought to ask...

[retellers]

[ they sit up, albeit stiffly and wincing a bit. ]

I can eat and drink, yes...

[showyourself]

[as they sit up, she scoots behind him, supporting him from behind.]

Here. Lean on me. [and just like that, a cup of hot chocolate is in his hands.]

There. Isn't that better?

[retellers]

[ they hold onto it. ]

It is unnecessary... but thank you.

[showyourself]

Maybe. But does it hurt less?

[retellers]

... I suppose...

[showyourself]

Good.

[there's an exhale of satisfaction.]

I don't want you to think of pain relief as unnecessary, Goat.

[she closes her eyes as he leans against her, drinking hot cocoa, and lets her mind wander. He didn't really seem like the talky type.]

[retellers]

[ elsa is correct, as they remain silent, sipping at the drink. ]

[showyourself]

[after a little bit, she starts softly humming to herself, snips of songs, bars and chords.]

Comfortable?

[retellers]

I suppose.

[showyourself]

Do you remember anything about yourself?

[retellers]

Should I...?

[showyourself]

...Do you want to?

[retellers]

... I do and I do not, I think. I believe it is important to reclaim who I was, but... I am fearful of the unknown, as well.

[showyourself]

...What are you most afraid of? Do you know a part of it?

[retellers]

Of the painful parts, I suppose. I do not feel as though my life was a happy one.

[showyourself]

[...]

That sounds like you're talking about your life in the past tense.

[retellers]

My life before this Realm, then. As I do not recall it, it feels separate from me at the moment.

[showyourself]

That makes sense.

[...]

Something's been bothering me, Goat. It seems a little bit as if you've all been kidnapped.

Like they're holding your memories ransom in exchange.

[retellers]

I'm not sure if one could call it ransom when we gave them up willingly...

[showyourself]

Was it completely willing?

[retellers]

What would incompletely willing look like?

[showyourself]

Blackmail. "Hand over your memories, or we destroy something."

Maybe something like that.