AUDIENCE: ELSA

[retellers]

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[retellers]

[ wh

there's a pause as tiger watches her start to go.

elsa walks away a few steps.

and there's a mumbled, ]

Thanks.

[showyourself]

[she turns, casting a look over her shoulder, with a wane smile. it's stretched, strained, and tired—but genuine, nonetheless.]

You're welcome.

It's the least I can do.

[retellers]

No, it's not.

[ ... ]

I don't do the whole... feelings thing, or the pep talk or motivational speeches. But like, good job, or whatever, with stuff.

[showyourself]

...Thank you. Although I wouldn't say I've done much. I spent most of this week in my room.

[...

a thin, wry smile stretches across her lips. well. maybe her despair gathered extra nova. haha.]

[retellers]

Well, you're not in your room now.

[ so!! ]

[showyourself]

[she huffs a little breath. teen-aged girl, indeed. what a familiar retort.]

Yes, that's true. So, progress. Maybe. But I'm not sure what I can do from here. So far? Not much.

Then again, who knows what next week will bring. Right?

[she shrugs, her shoulders moving up and down haphazardly.]

Our best is all we can do.

[retellers]

Hopefully it'll bring us somewhere with centralized air conditioning.

[ tiger has hopes and dreams.

... ]

But yeah. I guess.

[showyourself]

I have no idea what that is.

[she clasps her hands behind her back, clearly amused.]

But if you want it, then I want it, too. Let's hope.

[retellers]

Well, once you discover it too you're going to like it.

[showyourself]

If it's you saying it, I have no doubt.

[she tilts her head, and gives a tiny shrug.]

Maybe I can help you a little better next week. Catch up to the rest of the team.

See you around, Tiger.