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[decrypter]

[she's being pulled out of strange dreams, where everything feels liquid and odd, like she can't run, and then suddenly it all clears. no scent that lulls her to sleep, no heaviness in her limbs. instead there's a warmth, a security, and her eyes open - he'll see what she's been told is there, dark eyes and their veil of blindness, looking very much like she was just roused from a deep dream.]

What happened...?

[there's a voice she doesn't know, but she has to trust it, ask her questions. the last thing she remembers is deciding to nap, but something's changed in the atmosphere...]

[ferucci]

[ ah, there she is. his soft smile only brightens once she opens her eyes, but he does tilt his head curiously at the light milky film that seems to envelop them. it doesn't do much to shake him, naturally, and at her voice it seems to escape him. far more important things to worry about, or something. ]

You looked like you were having a very pleasant dream. I'm almost jealous. But when one wanders through a garden, I find it's far more beautiful with someone at your side to enjoy it with.

[ he moves to help her sit up a bit more a before he holds out his hand- air sparkling before a few star-like shapes plop into a red-gloved palm. she still seems a bit out of it, and certainly, life-draining trees probably take their toll. he holds one to her mouth, carefully. ]

Here now, eat one of these.

[ if she chooses to, she'll find the small object is sugar...one that melts in the mouth easy, and in a few moments, both her limbs and her mind will feel far less heavy. ]

[decrypter]

[perhaps one should be a little more skeptical about eating strange things when just having nearly died, but Helena didn't survive this far by being careful always. instead, she obediently eats the shape, eyes widening in pleased surprise to find it's sugar.]

Thank you, sir...I'm sure it was more than a dream, if you had to wake me, so thank you for your kind assistance. I'm lucky you were coming by.

[her hand feels over the ground, and yes, there it is - her cane back in her hand, so everything is now all right in the world. and oh, the fog is lifting, and she feels more like herself again.]

[ferucci]

[ perhaps people should! but rustica certainly wouldn't, and neither would this girl, apparently. he makes a pleased hum as she takes the offered sugar, clearly happy to see her up and about. With all these recent happenings, it's good to see such a positive outcome.

Then again, he sees the positives in almost anything. ]

But of course. When one sees a lovely young lady by herself, isn't it only natural to offer a hand?

[ rustica watches quietly as she gropes around for the cane, and once it's back in her possession, he shifts his position- ]

The flowers are in bloom, and it's a lovely day for a walk. Can you stand? Or shall I carry you, if you'd permit it?

[decrypter]

Ah, I don't think that would be necessary, sir...

[a touch embarrassing, to be carried if she's fully capable of walking under her own power. carefully, she gets back to her feet, leaning more on her cane than him to spare the way it would mean she'd need to impose upon him more than usual. but once she's standing, she smiles brightly.]

May I have your name? Mine is Helena.