scary: camille

[turbulency]

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[scrapdraught]

[She hears you there.

Camille is out here with a cat in her arms, stroking it absently.]

Shouldn't I be asking you?

[Patting the ground next to her.]

Come, sit. I missed you.

[turbulency]

[ Sits next to her! He will also pet the cats that come sniffing. ]

I think we're all equally traumatized at this point.

[ Grins at her. ]

[scrapdraught]

Thank god, we're finally on even ground.

[Grins back. There's a hesitance though. Never let her go a day without (pupu)ing on someone's party.]

Now we're just waiting on that machine.

[turbulency]

[ So right of her. ]

The one that'll get us out of here? It's not finished?

[scrapdraught]

Tomorrow sounds like the day.

I'm just...waiting to see if it works. What the catches might be. Decide what I'll do then.

[turbulency]

[ Keep their hopes in check. ]

Not sure where you're going to go?

[scrapdraught]

Not many places for a girl like me to go. I'm not a tough sorcerer like you.

[Said with a smile and half a laugh, but it's true. Most of the worlds she's seen are the stuff of nightmares. And were she to visit, say, Geto's world? There's ripple effects there. She'd make trouble just by showing up.]

Figure I'll go home and try to figure out a good lie for why my scars disappeared. The miracles of modern medicine, maybe.

What about you?