Gideon, who shut her mouth at Harrow's scolding – smart, Nonagesimus, in her current state there's no way she'd be able to resist a 'debrief' joke – manages to flip a tired thumbs-up to Moiraine before the skeletons cart her through the portal and into their room.
"Wasn't I just here?" she wonders; she feels drunk and hurt and like every single one of her cells tried to make a break for it at the exact same time. The skeletons place her on a bed, which is nice, they don't just dump her onto it or something, and she tries very hard not to throw up at the motion.
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Date: 2020-10-22 06:53 pm (UTC)"Wasn't I just here?" she wonders; she feels drunk and hurt and like every single one of her cells tried to make a break for it at the exact same time. The skeletons place her on a bed, which is nice, they don't just dump her onto it or something, and she tries very hard not to throw up at the motion.
"Whoa. Nice party trick."