a) wake up, sunshine
[ now, back in eorzea, if she ever landed herself in a healer's tent or at the conjurer's guild for something besides delivering supplies, it was grave. it was horrible. she'd gotten bruises and wounds like that, all goreish and bloody; she'd been proud of her endeavors and every mistake.

to be in the clinic because of her echo is embarrassing. they say she passed out for a full day--she can't help but be mortified. hadn't she gotten better at withstanding her echoes? how come they'd suddenly gotten worse? was it because she wasn't in eorzea anymore, and the comforting light of hydaelyn was no longer present in her life? she thought of the crystals she'd accumulated, and shook her head to herself.

she was still... drowsy. she didn't quite feel inside of her skin, and quietly looked around. smacking her lips together, she raked her hands through her hair, and gave a startled yell when realizing two things: the first being that her hair was out of her pigtails, the second--her earrings were off. ]

By the Twelve! Where are my earrings?

[ that is definitely her biggest concern. ]

b) make you better/faster/stronger
[ weakness went away easily back in her world; but not so here.

she understands this now, and even if it makes her annoyed, she doesn't fight too much. there's a battle raging on that she doesn't understand, and this kind of infighting is something she can't stand. instead, she nestles herself in her covers and tries to ignore the pounding of her head and heart and strange images she doesn't really grasp by doing three things.

she makes fabric, leather, and sews them together.

some of her previous clients may find her here, either working on their garments, or on new projects. she's quiet, though, and if you want to stay and watch, she doesn't mind. her chocobo lays on the floor, curled up into a ball and snoozing. he's well-tempered. ... for now. ]