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[ The first thing visible when the SFC turns on is what appears to be a wall before it shifts and settles on Glen, eyes dark and very little there in way of an expression. ]

...The other day, a woman arrived with black hair and red eyes.

Her name is Lacie... she is my sister. [ A beat. ] If anyone needs to speak with her they will contact me first until she is in a better condition.

[ Can't tell unless you listen closely but there is a bit of concern and possible worry evident in his voice.

With that though, Glen ends the feed. Being totally serious about making sure she is going to have the time she needs to rest. ]

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Glen?

...Hm?

[ To see Jack was not so unexpected so he was not bothered. ]

So she lives with us as well?

[He's fidgeting.] Is she well?

She does. For the time being she is staying in my room.

[ Which is why he is out here in the living room area instead of his room. He lets a pause linger and he averts his gaze briefly.

Feeling guilt, guilt and more guilt for how she'd arrived really. ]

...She'll live but she will need some time to rest before she can do anything extensive.

[ Leaving it at that. Y e p. He doesn't wanna say she came here covered in blood. ]

I don't need details on her arrival condition, I saw her for myself. As for her living arrangements. If Canada doesn't mind checking up on her every so often then she could have a chance to make a new friend.

[Grin.] And we could have time to straighten our difference.

[oh. she sees this and oh, feelings.

like. feelings that brother is being protective and curt. as usual. this shouldn't, and doesn't, surprise her, so she rolls in his bed a bit and debates going to find her brother.

she does wonder.]

[and so her wonder makes her get up an venture out of her brother's room to go and search for him throughout the house. slightly glad that no one else is home at the moment to witness her limp. it's only been two or three days and so there's no way she's completely healed (she does feel a little bit better, though! no doubt thanks to her brother's tireless efforts to fit her in and conform around her once more), but she tries and slips downstairs to get to the living room.

stairs are a slight difficulty, and one she faces with a brave face. lacie is determined, you see! and clothed this time, thank god.

eventually she manages to make her way to the living room, giving it one day glance and lingering in the open way with a hand supporting her on the wall.] Brother. [a simple call, whether to help her or not-

- choice is his, and she lingers still.] You worry too much. I'll be just fine.

[ With those steps it could have been anyone coming down the stairs, but when he hears that voice of Lacie's calling to him, he's already risen to his feet. Disapproval and worry mix with concern in a flurry of emotions carefully concealed behind that mask of indifference.

However with Lacie being his sister she could likely tell all of his emotions even with this in place. She'd been good at that for quite some time.

Glen's expression softens only a touch when she tells him not to worry, which makes him shake his head in response as he moves to her side. Ready to help her with moving around - don't make him carry you again, he will do it - if she so requires it. It's too soon for her to be moving around in his eyes and he doesn't want anything happening to her. ]

...You shouldn't be moving around yet.

[ Fretting. He's been without you for months so of course he has plenty of reason to act this way entirely. ]

When you can walk without need of support, I will stop worrying. Until then you should be resting, Lacie.

[she goes to move again, frazzled at his head shake (shush brother, lacie knows best) but oswald is there at her side. she would know, her eyes following him as he crossed the room to get to her.

his worry— momentarily, she doesn't know what to do with it. lacie is already dead, long gone and unable to return or wish for anything other than an end to her pain. here, in this place, in his room, and now in the living room: nothing can touch her. not the abyss, not the people around her— only her brother, and because of her brother. jack and canada have tried to see her too, but...

lacie does not want to see anyone. rather, she doesn't want anyone to see her, beaten and bruised and weak. at this time, oswald is the only one she will permit to see her, the only one she will permit to be at her side - as if she had a choice, that is. staying angry at oswald is exceedingly hard these days.

loving her brother, however...

that is easy.] Now, now... let me walk around a bit. I won't heal if I don't stretch my legs from time to time.

[reaching out to him though for support and wiggling her arms around his chest to use the excuse of a hug. brotherrrr. ... well. this latching might actually be genuine, to be honest. she has her brother in reach.

her brother, who has never been able to push her hands away.]

Besides, you're here. You won't let me exert myself. [/willful. c: rabu brother rabu.]

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