[She's chilling out on the steps of the inn on Thursday afternoon, bandaged in several spots and a little oddly colored in her face, but looking okay otherwise! She's got a very-creased piece of paper against her knees with a few blank ones underneath, a pen in hand and a goldfish plushie from the emporium with weird, plastic pieces pinned to the back occupying her lap. Odd choice, but okay.
Hella, wherever you are, Hansa. She will wave.]
Oh, Hansa-san...! Hey, um, I need to ask you something.
[Holy shit, but her voice sounds rough. She coughs right after saying all that.]
WEEK TWO - THURSDAY
Hella, wherever you are, Hansa. She will wave.]
Oh, Hansa-san...! Hey, um, I need to ask you something.
[Holy shit, but her voice sounds rough. She coughs right after saying all that.]