[b][i] – Kathy[/i][/b]

With Little Feather’s reassuring words, Kathy nodded in understanding but wasn’t entirely convinced. [i]‘But… At least I’m doing something.’[/i] She thought, trying to keep her own morale boosted despite her inner turmoil. “Thank you.”

Upon inspecting Zivon, she could only frown in confusion. She didn’t see any serious wounds on him, but he was clearly not in his normal state of mind. [i]‘A concussion probably?’[/i] Hearing Zivon mention Dani, she briefly looked around for the purple-haired boy but couldn’t find him. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but hopefully it meant Dani was out of danger. At the same time, she decided to take a moment to see if she could tell how Crash was doing. He was with Lion and seemed to be doing a lot better than before. “… Thank goodness.” She frowned a little at her own tone, it had been a little flat for her liking. She was relieved but… At the same time, Kathy couldn’t help but wish she could’ve been the one to help him.

Feeling a little guilty for getting distracted, she turned her attention back to Zivon. Remembering Little Feather’s words, she was about to help Zivon over to the area with the barrier when she noticed him yawning. “Zivon? Zivon?! No no no, please don’t do that, you can’t-” He was barely even awake and was on the verge of going unconscious. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. [i]‘Why..? Why in the world would these people choose to fall unconscious in front of someone with almost zero upper-arm strength?’[/i] Hoping that Zivon would be a little more responsive than the girl back at the library, Kathy gently patted his cheek a few times. “Zivon, you can sleep after we get to a safer area. Please wake up?” Unsure if he was going to be lucid enough to listen to her, she turned to Oona and said, “If he falls asleep like this, please help me carry him over to there.” She pointed to the barrier Little Feather had set up. “Take his feet, and I’ll support his upper body.”
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[b][i] – Leroy[/i][/b]

While waiting for the guy (Criston) to give him further directions, he was approached by the strangely-dressed girl from before (Little Feather). Guessing her question was either rhetorical or meant for the other guy, Leroy didn’t answer how things were. After all, he barely even knew himself what exactly was going on. He knew in a sense what was happening, but the more important one was what he was supposed to do and that was the one thing he was still completely lost on.

Meeting the girl’s (Little Feather) questioning eyes when she saw his bloodied top, he raised a brow as if asking [i]’What?’[/i] in return. Then hearing her make an offer to heal him, Leroy shifted his position a little to let her get a better view of his arm. He seemed to have no idea how disturbing it probably looked to see a bloody arm dangling uselessly without the usual and natural rigidity found in properly attached limbs. “Sure, if you’d like.” He told her, seeming a little distracted.

Leroy was now busy taking in the sights in front of him. This was the sort of scenery he could only get from looking at photographs in the newspaper or googling on the internet. A small smile found its way onto his face as he realized whatever he missed at the party probably couldn’t compare to the unique experience he was getting at that moment. Despite what some people from his past probably believed, he didn’t exactly have a fondness for morbid things. However, any inspiration was good inspiration for him, and the more unique it was the better.