i'll be fine. dr iron wants me here to keep an eye on me. i'm immune compromised and get sick easily. allergies have worsened and mixed with a bug, so she wants me here..
Ch...ief... R... R... Ra..fa..e..la (Unsure how to continue. Does she bow? Offer a hand? She just stands there for a few moments, glancing around, quiet.) ... A..re you ... ... Okay?
mhm..
﹙grayish-orange hues shot towards the other once more, watching before she resumed her coloring again while her tail curled tighter around herself; nostrils flaring wide to take in the scent again﹚
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(peering down. ah! clearing throat, quickly pulling shirt ends together while she turned away to do the buttons back up.)
my sincerest apologies. they always loosen. this shirt is old..
(Taking the first step inside, leaving the door open just a little.) S..inner C...Cir...Circe... Yes? (Walking closer, the bedside, but not too close.)
mm..
﹙she was hesitant, but she nodded before resuming her coloring, being mindful of the lines to maintain within them; ears flickering towards the other as she listened for every sound﹚
﹙grayish-orange hues flick towards the presence in the doorway, nostrils flaring as her senses once again take in the scent of the third chief; having not done so last time as her tail flicked slowly﹚