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[ stumbles around, crying and screaming into the darkness ]

He--he's chasing me! I want--make him go away!

[ trips over furniture, out into the hall, running from nothing ]

Gai help me!

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I promise you, I am Gai. Just look at me. Please.

[ she's scared so she just wails and feels like a little kid all over again, just making little incoherent noises and reaching out at nothing ]

...

Luka fon Fabre, look at me.

[ doesn't look, just cries, feeling hot and sick and bad ] I want...I want Gai!

How can I get you to believe that I'm her?

[ hiccups, still crying ] Hug!

[ slowly moves toward her, even more hesitantly wrapping an arm around her to give a hug. ]

[ clings tightly, whimpering ] I wanna go home.

I know, I know... I'm sorry you're stuck here.

[ whines, voice high and reedy ] It's hot.

[ moves a hand up to gently feel her forehead. ] You're burning up...

I wanna be cold. Make my clothes go away. Make me cold.

May I pick you up?

Okay... [ clings to her ] Will you make me cold?

I will try as best as I can. [ moves enough to be able to lift her up into her arms bridal style, giving a grunt from the effort. heavy... she starts off toward her room, a massive frown on her face. ]

[ clings and doesn't let go ] I'm so hot and dizzy and so high up...

You probably have a fever. [ through the door of her room she walks, noting that nia was fussing rather loudly. two people to care for and only so many hands... she sets luka on the bed, immediately starting with attempting to get her clothing off. ]

[ actually helps, practically ripping her clothing off and throwing it across the room ]

Will you be okay if I leave you long enough to get a cool washcloth?

[ curls up on the bed ] I don't wanna move again.

Okay. I promise that I'll be right back. [ moves around the bed to first make a pitstop at nia's crib, reaching in to gently brush the back of her fingers against her cheek. ] Shh, baby... [ picks up her pacifier from where she had managed to spit it out and coaxes it back into her mouth. now to hurry out of the room and to the bathroom. ]

[ just lies there, curling and uncurling and fidgeting ] Why's the room moving...?

[ soon comes back, a damp washcloth in hand. she sits on the bed next to her. ] Try and keep still. [ reaches up and attempts to drape the washcloth over her forehead. ]

[ pants, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded ] Everything's kinda spinning.

Just shut your eyes, okay? I'll still be here.