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Jun. 12th, 2006 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersShelley kicks her feet aimlessly, sitting on the edge of one of the chairs in Ishamael's sitting room. The Restorer had moved him to his chambers, and now she just had to wait.
She should probably think about what to do if he dies. Staying in the house would be silly - she would be dead in a day - but leaving would also be tricky. Oh, god.
No. He'll recover. He took the drug Vashti found, he drank plenty of water, and the woman in the other room seemed competent. Unless she had reasons of her own to want him dead, in which case-
Oh, shut up, Shelley.
She should probably think about what to do if he dies. Staying in the house would be silly - she would be dead in a day - but leaving would also be tricky. Oh, god.
No. He'll recover. He took the drug Vashti found, he drank plenty of water, and the woman in the other room seemed competent. Unless she had reasons of her own to want him dead, in which case-
Oh, shut up, Shelley.
