[In which the ice queen awakes.]

[foreverchilled]

::Wherever Vidya left her, Theresa has now woken up, and pulled herself into a sitting position, roughly. She looks tired, and famished, but not quite as dazed as before... it seems the IV did it's job well.::

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[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Some orange juice?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...please....

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Anything else? Like a pink teddy bear?

::Hugs Theresa again.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...

...if I could... stay... that would... be nice...

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Stay as long as you want.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...really...?

What about... ...him...

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Pfft. If Erland gives you any grief, just tell me, and I'll put him on the couch for the night.

::Brushes her hands through Theresa's hair.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa finally relaxes into Vidya's hand.::

...thank you... ...thank you... ...thank you...

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Kinda baffled honestly.::

Not... a problem, dear.

Would you like that bread and soup?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Yes... please...

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

I'll be back in a little bit. We have Television available. If you need any books or movies, just ask.

::She tries to get up. Will Theresa cling like a Theresancle::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...okay....

::Theresa does cling a bit, but doesn't really keep Vidya from getting away.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Vidya pulls away politely to try and start up that soup and bread for Theresa.::

Rest, dear, for the moment.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...thank you...

::Theresa slumps back onto the bed.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Vidya giddly leaves the room, and starts thinking how to make soup with SCIENCE!!!::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa falls asleep while Vidya's gone.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::About half an hour later, Vidya comes back in wearing a messed up apron, carrying a tray with a plate, a steaming bowl, a knife, a smaller plate with some butter and a piece of bread, and a pencil and a book of crossword puzzles.::

Hi.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Asleep. Should probably be woken up to eat, as thin as she is... and for as long as she's already slept.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Places the tray on a table and taps the wall slowly until Theresa wakes up.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Vidya will probably be waiting a while, then.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::She then goes from tapping her fingers to knocking it with her hand slowly but rhythmically.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::...oh, didn't notice the tapping before. The knocking should do the trick, though. Theresa bolts up (well, as much bolting as a half starved girl can do) and gropes around for her flail for a moment.::

Who..?! ... Oh, Vidya.

::Theresa relaxes back onto the bed, a few bits of sweat rolling down the side of her face and neck.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Who did you think it would be?

::She scratches her head and walks over to the tray and brings it over.::

Bon Appetite.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...

Thank you for the food.

::Theresa wastes little time before digging in. Not so much in a hurried rush, but a slow, lingering enjoyment of the food.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Vidya leaves for a minute, not saying a word.::