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@majus @lady-lux Seri can’t quite bring herself to join in the easy banter flowing between the other women, but she does feel a little lighter for Jura’s joking. “Glad you’re okay.” She smiles softly, meeting her wink with a nod. “She - she was amazing. I - I wouldn’t be here without her.”...

@majus @lady-lux Try as she might, Seri can’t help but fixate on Kaelaen’s tense tone - every edge to her words feeling like a rebuke. Logically, she knows she’s not being punished, but she flinches all the same, feeling that at any moment the full truth will come out, and then… And then...

@majus @lady-lux Seri twists her hands together fretfully, unable to quite meet Kaelaen’s eyes. “It’s… complicated. It’s a long story. Sh-she was on the ship. She was a slave. But before that she… she worked with them.” She looks quickly over to Jura, hovering at Nami’s side - grateful for...

@majus @lady-lux A rush of adrenaline keeps Seri standing a little longer, anxiously hovering at Nami’s side. The urge to blurt out every last detail is strong, but she keeps quiet - for Jura’s sake. She knows these next moments could be critical, she just hopes she has the chance to make up...

@majus @lady-lux Seri let’s out a low groan as she sees Jura’s condition - the sheen of sweat already grown further. She looks between the three other women with panicked eyes, trying and failing to keep eye contact with Kaelaen. “No. No it was just one.” She confesses, in a very small...

@majus @lady-lux Seri tries to keep herself controlled, her eyes wide and frightful - how much to tell, how much to reveal? For now, she just has to make sure that Nami gets to Jura, then everything will be okay. She leads them back down the corridor, glancing back and forth. “I did - did...

@lady-lux @majus Seri sags against the wall, nearly losing what’s left of her meagre energy as she spots Nami and Kaelaen. Her eyes register the crate of what must be supplies, and she feels a wave of deeper shame and how little she has to show for their time apart. She limps closer, then...

Any amount of red has Seri concerned, but then she doesn’t know the first thing about proper medicine. She can feel her head sagging against her hands, until the sounds from close at hand have her starting up again. Sluggishly, she hauls herself to her feet, wobbling in her boots as she lopes...

Seri winces as she see’s Jura’s condition. Most likely, she’s grown to warm and restless. She can’t help but feel like that’s her fault. Carefully, she checks over the bandage, and then adjusts the blanket back over Jura’s sleeping form, tucking it slightly to keep it in place. Once finished...

Seri is half-leaning against the wall as she goes, exhaustion gripping her tight, threatening to drag her down and down. She wobbles slightly, and regains her footing. She’s glad the other women have some way of taking solace. They’ve all been through the same nightmare, she doesn’t begrudge...

Seri presses the heel of her palm against the bridge of shr nose, feeling a soft warning throb in her skull. She needs to stop. She needs to stop pushing so hard, desperate to prove something. She needs to confront what’s happened today. But she finds she can’t, not yet. She tries to make sure...

Seri runs a hand through her hair, exasperated, then winces as she feels the matt of sweat against her locks. Everything she can see suggests that the ship might be better off scrapped, or parts sold off. Could that raise enough money to find another? One that’s working? She makes a note of...

There’s a shiver of revulsion across Seri’s skin as she reads over the list of slaves - little more than items on an itinerary. She lingers on her own entry, then moves on, trying to find something worth sharing. She’s beginning to feel the start of a sense of shame - failure at having...

Thoughts of her shower recede as Seri investigates, slowly sinking into the chair beside her. This, at least, should keep her mind focused elsewhere. She takes up the manifest, scanning the list of slaves, and that of the contacts for any telltale names. Beyond that, she’s tries to get an idea...

Seri parses information as best she can. At any other time, the details and the content would be sure to horrifying her, even spiral her into a panic attack. But her feelings are dampened, suppressed now, as she tries to process - or avoid processing - what she’s done. She collect as best she...

Tense and twitchy, Seri casts her eyes over the desk. Is this really somewhere she should be poking around in? If she’s sensible, she should just use the shower and try to wash away the guilt. But she isn’t sensible, is she. She takes a few steps, then leans over the desk, scanning her eyes...

Seri does her best to avoid eye contact with any of the others for too long. She’s beginning to feel the prickling of shame once more, her emotions in a roiling state of flux. Once she finds the captains quarters, she ventures in uncertainly, calling out a cautious “Hello? Anyone here?” She...

Seri takes a breath, unsure of herself, but less liable to fall to pieces - for now. Another time, she might be gasping and giggling back in the room, but right now, she can’t imagine being touched anytime soon. She finds she’s settled into a numbness, the horrors of just a few minutes ago now...

For all the elation and excitement that her pheromones are producing, Seri knows it’s not much more than a Zeltron trick. Even as the women move and squirm around her, on her, she feels cold inside. She doesn’t know what can fix her, but she knows it isn’t this. Gently, she guides the...