she's walking on unsteady legs, shuffling quietly into the chapel. she settles into a seat, huffing softly, out of breath.

blinking. "I-I'm sorry--" Awkwardly holding her hand out. "My name's Genevieve."

she's doing her best to walk around the abbey, even if her legs are incredibly sore.

[ she's shuffling by, stopping when she notices her friend. ] Oh, Pan. Is... everything alright?

Trying to, yeah... [ She glances back at the crutches leaned against the wall, a mere few feet away. ] Ah... What were you reading? Are you okay?

[ She nods gently, tugging her robe around herself. A Sister had been kind enough to give her some clothes while she recovered. ] Makes sense to me. I won't pry. I'm sure you'd prefer such things remain private.

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still exploring the abbey. she's hasn't really left the room she was put in after leaving the infrimary...

i'm not particularly fond of becoming friendly with those who will forget me in a month's time. what, are you one of their priests? a monk, perhaps?

she's hesitating. she knows those growls, better than anyone. on weakened legs, Gen hurries through the abbey, trying to find her friend.

she's wheezing and gasping for breath, settled onto a bench just outside the chapel. perhaps she pushed herself a little too hard...

i am just standing here.

can someone please get this vampire away from me.

i will personally set you on fire.

i want to be left alone. i don't care for company, especially not yours. you remind me of someone i'd much rather forget.

are fires a... common occurrence here?

please don't-- call me that. my name is Genevieve.

the pleasure is mine, val. i'm sorry for seeming... stand-offish. that isn't my intention.

[ still lingering in the abbey. her legs are still on the mend. ]

She's quietly shuffling out of the abbey's library, a book clutched to her chest.