[ Sal allows herself a little time to rest up and remember just how it feels to function in this world again. For her it's been months away. Taking on a new job, sneaking into fancy parties, running from cultists, fighting not one but two pissed-as-hell armies who both want her dead — it was no spring picnic.
So, it takes a while to regain her footing. But she's learned a few things in that time away. That friends are just as important in either world, and there's a handful here she wants to keep track of. Make sure they're...safe or something? Shit, she's no good with articulating these kinds of thoughts, but she's got to try.
So, she settles down with her communicator and types out a message to one a few select people who, in all the time she spent here previously, ended up meaning the world to her. ]
Didn't manage to forget me while I was gone, did you?
[ It comes across as a light joke, but...it's also a genuine fear. To be left behind by her friends, forgotten; she might have learned a lot, but those scars of old still serve to remind her of darker times. Sal heaves out a sigh and hopes for a reply. ]
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So, it takes a while to regain her footing. But she's learned a few things in that time away. That friends are just as important in either world, and there's a handful here she wants to keep track of. Make sure they're...safe or something? Shit, she's no good with articulating these kinds of thoughts, but she's got to try.
So, she settles down with her communicator and types out a message to one a few select people who, in all the time she spent here previously, ended up meaning the world to her. ]
Didn't manage to forget me while I was gone, did you?
[ It comes across as a light joke, but...it's also a genuine fear. To be left behind by her friends, forgotten; she might have learned a lot, but those scars of old still serve to remind her of darker times. Sal heaves out a sigh and hopes for a reply. ]