open-ish | i'm just trying to find my way to you

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CHARACTERS: EMMA SWAN and HOOK, SIX; and GOLD; others as they happen
LOCATION: Medical Bay ; Floor 013 ; others as they happen
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Catch-all for September closed logs.
NOTES: If you wanna hit Emma up for anything, feel free to drop your own starter in this post, or get in touch with me.

Comments

[xerampelinae]

Yes.

[ Someone should tell her to work on her bedside manner. Caprica pauses, has to consider if the most literal answer is actually the best one, the most informative, before trying again.

She starts by moving closer, standing within conversational range despite that she has a good several inches of height on the other woman. Lifting her hands between them, they are offered for observation, so Emma can see better for herself the war wrecked on Caprica's skin. ]

And by yes, I mean that it'll be new pain, new injuries, when the nanotechnology is extracted, and even mild symptoms will take some time to subside. It might not seem like a solution, or it might feel like something's going wrong.

[ Emma isn't leaving, so Caprica doesn't press the point on her staying. ]

But it won't.

[ Her hands drop. ]

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[ It looks terribly painful. Only when Caprica drops her hands does Emma raise her gaze, searching the other woman's face. She has to be run through this process, too. Her symptoms are fewer and further between, though, and her own condition is the last thing on her mind. ]

Great.

[ Raising a hand, she brushes hair behind her ear, looking uncomfortable with her general level of worry. She shoots a glance over her shoulder in the direction Hook vanished to, drawing an awkward breath. ]