Emilia Rae Marlen
Flying. She was flying, or perhaps she was floating. It seemed as if she had no control over her body. Around her, she heard voices, but she didn't seem to be able to comprehend what was being said. She felt that she should recognize them, but as she tried to make them out they faded away. Falling. She then felt as if she were falling, and it didn't seem to stop. As she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out, her voice wasn't there - and she was engulfed by complete nothingness.
As Emilia sat up abruptly, the first thing she saw was Devan. "Are you okay? Have you eaten? They did save food for you right? What's wrong...you look..." She finally took a moment to breathe and look around, realizing she was in her room. But why was she in her room, the last place she had been in was in Devan's room. And she was on her bed, but why? It occurred to her how tired she had been, the sleep she hadn't gotten, how frustrated she was - but how did she get into her bed? But as she focused more on Devan, she was able to make out he had been the one who took back to her bedroom, reason being it looked like he had just touched some disgusting creature or was covered in germs so to speak. Like he was trying to get them off somehow. Her drained expression turned into a smile, "Thank you." she said softly. "I'm..so sorry, I promise it wont happen again." She felt bad, Devan wasn't exactly comfortable with the whole physical contact thing.
Emilia slowly rolled over onto her tummy and pulled up her pillow. "So after breakfast, I had these for you. Well, Sergio got them." She grabbed one of the bags of candy and placed it on what she used as a sort of end table. Emilia yawned and fought her current double vision, placing herself in a sitting position on her bed. She brushed her snow white hair out of her face, her long time shackles slightly jingling as she did so. She wasn't sure why she was the only person in the house that had them, or still had them, but she somehow had them transformed into weapons. She caught a glimpse of the mess on her floor and flushed a bright red color, apparently she didn't kick them all under her bed like she thought. "So did you eat yet?" she asked again. She then stood up slowly, pushing herself and refusing to believe she was too tired to function properly. She asked Devan many things, even though he wasn't one to talk. In her mind, she believed not talking to him at all would be worse and hurtful.
She recalled wanting to help with breakfast, and frowned slightly, twice today she couldn't help when she wanted to. "I'm just going to grab a plate." she said to Devan. She then walked into the kitchen, spotting what were eggs. Eggs, she loved eggs - eggs and bacon. "Ah...Sergio I am so sorry, I meant to -" she paused, yawning. "I'll clean up when you're all done if that is okay with you." she then grabbed a plate and placed some eggs neatly on it. "Please save me two slices of bacon? Or one slice of bacon - but if there is nothing left it's okay don't worry about it. And I hope you're doing okay..." she said to Sergio. Emilia then walked back into her room, hopefully some food would do her well. She felt so appreciative of Sergio cooking all the time, she always remembered to compliment him and thank him after meals. Though Emilia preferred to eat with everyone, and check up on how they were doing, she didn't want to be seen how she was now.