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Poe's medicinal knowledge was abysmal, and in these circumstances, it was maybe for the better. It stopped her from speculating too deeply on the severity of the disease riddling the fallen bodies, and gave more room for her basic nature to kick in. Follow her gut, ride through the ups and downs, and force a couple of shits and giggles into the punctuation despite it all. Ahren's state of body and mind was anything but predictable, but she found this fact easier to roll with than she had thought the first night she had spent in these parts. She provided food and water on a regular basis, and any creature comforts that he requested or she became inspired to bring him, and she adjusted herself to whatever state he was in when he received them. She listened to his rambling with a genuine curiosity and did her best to sooth his worst fits, all the while keeping closer to him that she surely should have for the obviously contagious nature of the disease. Whether it was luck of genetics that had taken an unusual twist for the positive, she continued to play the bed nurse without problem.
In the small amount of time that she had been in the city and shore, a new slew of new attendants had come in, though. Corona's voice came as a surprise, blatant enough to slap a puzzled expression on the D'Angelo girl's face before she whirled around to look at the golden lady. Her arms swung down from over her head and cracked a wide grin across her lips, just as much in recognition as amusement over Corona's initial reaction to her. Even Poe couldn't deny that she was a neon pink sheep in the herd with the way that she dressed, although she was very pleased to find that she wasn't the only one in unnatural shades of fashion now that she lived in Esper Hollow. But with or without her vested and bandana'd companions, Poe apparently had no shame. She looked over her own body, pointing a foot out to the side for a complete view of herself. "It's a nurse's outfit," she replied pleasantly. "Do you like it?" She lifted her gaze back to Corona, taking a better look at the girl.
Despite so many crossed wires, Poe and Corona had only crossed paths on a few occasions, seeming to be steered towards the other's primary parent more than the other. But the Lykoi girl's face turned on a tap to a ribbon of faded memories that brought a contrast to her standing before Poe now. Corona's de le Poer features glowed from beneath the multi-toned golds of her fur, around the shocking blue of her irises. "I do indeed," she broke her train of thought, her inhaling gaze. "Only for the last week, but yeah." Her mind launched towards the wood shack and Ahren, and her mouth nearly followed before she caught his scent on Corona, assuring her that she must know all about the situation. It had sounded like Laurel was explaining it routinely the past stretch. "And you?" she asked instead, curiosity perking her ears and tilting her cap.
Table by Tammi!Poe's medicinal knowledge was abysmal, and in these circumstances, it was maybe for the better. It stopped her from speculating too deeply on the severity of the disease riddling the fallen bodies, and gave more room for her basic nature to kick in. Follow her gut, ride through the ups and downs, and force a couple of shits and giggles into the punctuation despite it all. Ahren's state of body and mind was anything but predictable, but she found this fact easier to roll with than she had thought the first night she had spent in these parts. She provided food and water on a regular basis, and any creature comforts that he requested or she became inspired to bring him, and she adjusted herself to whatever state he was in when he received them. She listened to his rambling with a genuine curiosity and did her best to sooth his worst fits, all the while keeping closer to him that she surely should have for the obviously contagious nature of the disease. Whether it was luck of genetics that had taken an unusual twist for the positive, she continued to play the bed nurse without problem.
In the small amount of time that she had been in the city and shore, a new slew of new attendants had come in, though. Corona's voice came as a surprise, blatant enough to slap a puzzled expression on the D'Angelo girl's face before she whirled around to look at the golden lady. Her arms swung down from over her head and cracked a wide grin across her lips, just as much in recognition as amusement over Corona's initial reaction to her. Even Poe couldn't deny that she was a neon pink sheep in the herd with the way that she dressed, although she was very pleased to find that she wasn't the only one in unnatural shades of fashion now that she lived in Esper Hollow. But with or without her vested and bandana'd companions, Poe apparently had no shame. She looked over her own body, pointing a foot out to the side for a complete view of herself. "It's a nurse's outfit," she replied pleasantly. "Do you like it?" She lifted her gaze back to Corona, taking a better look at the girl.
Despite so many crossed wires, Poe and Corona had only crossed paths on a few occasions, seeming to be steered towards the other's primary parent more than the other. But the Lykoi girl's face turned on a tap to a ribbon of faded memories that brought a contrast to her standing before Poe now. Corona's de le Poer features glowed from beneath the multi-toned golds of her fur, around the shocking blue of her irises. "I do indeed," she broke her train of thought, her inhaling gaze. "Only for the last week, but yeah." Her mind launched towards the wood shack and Ahren, and her mouth nearly followed before she caught his scent on Corona, assuring her that she must know all about the situation. It had sounded like Laurel was explaining it routinely the past stretch. "And you?" she asked instead, curiosity perking her ears and tilting her cap.