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[serialskiller]

"I can watch over you. If you need to rest."

Its expression is impossible to read with the faceplate of its helmet opaqued. Its voice is even. Steady. Hollow?

[crushed_pearls]

Erin shakes her head in a small motion. "I'm trying to go down too tired to have nightmares. I can't outrun them forever, but...not now, at least. I'll...see you tomorrow? Usual time?"

That little note of hope in her voice.

[serialskiller]

"Tomorrow." It nods. And there's a pause. "I. Hate throwing more onto your lap. But. Can...uh. If..."

And it stops, as if asking permission to ask her for something.

[crushed_pearls]

"Buddy my lap is so available," Erin reassures her friend. "Just don't get mad later when I try to press-gang you into somethin'. I got a note about a big package for me and uh. Well, I can move big things mostly by throwing them. Lay it on me. What'cha got?"

[serialskiller]

"Jinx didn't wake up here this morning."

It doesn't know if she's still possessed and in hiding, or somewhere injured and afraid, or just...not coming home.

And it's worried.

[crushed_pearls]

Oh. Oh god.

"...There was folks running triage last night. I'll have to face down Tendi later for these ribs, but if Jinx didn't die then she might have gotten scooped up by the medics. I can check the infirmary for you but...well, y'do have drones. If you'd prefer to know for yourself."

[serialskiller]

"I don't want to go outside today. But I need to know. Can you please check for me? Infirmary, ask around?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Consider it done, buddy. You take care of yourself, and...well, after I see the package you might get a text about that too."

Erin offers a smile before she leaves SecUnit to its privacy.

Many hours later, in the late evening, a text comes through.

One status of Jinx confirmed. Severely injured during the fighting and laid up in the infirmary getting care. Given existence and methods of Tendi it is likely that continued injured state may indicate magical or spiritual damage or additions of the same to the physical injuries but her condition is stable.

Two the package is a giant fucking oak wardrobe and there is no world in which I am moving that shit on my own. It appears to literally just be my wardrobe from home. With all my clothes in it. Heavy as fuck though.

[serialskiller]

Tomorrow after recharge?

[crushed_pearls]

Works for me. I have no real conception of your physical strength but we only needed three humans to move it before. See you then.