((Day 57, Group B on Limbo, Medical Tent ))
DeVeau: Oh yuck. I’m sorry…
del Vedova: Don't apologize, Alora. How are you feeling now?
::There was one good side effect. While still woozy, her mind was a little clearer and she could think a little straighter.::
DeVeau: A lil better.
::Nickson inhaled veeeeeerrry slowly.::
Nickson: Fine, clearly she is unwell. When she’s ready to help with the camp, inform Petras.
::She looked over at Alora, and for a brief moment, there was a hint of underlying teddy bear. Except without the fur.::
Nickson: Rest, lieutenant commander. Our hopes may just be relying on you.
::Nickson didn’t answer, just left, and Alora lay back down, a little better, but still not completely hale. As crazy as she had felt, she remembered what had happened, just not that she had so much control. That control was starting to slowly return - and she would help. As soon as she full use of her faculties.::