- --- 𝖱𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖮𝖴𝖲 .

-    [ My activity is going to be very spotty over the next week or so .

-    [ Yes . ]

         “ . . . maybe . . . I should learn how to cook . “

Shikimi was about to answer, but the woman sudden shuffle away interrupted this. She straightens, going to attempt to get ahold of her attention again, but decides against it. Maybe she had something to do, or maybe she was actually hurt. Some of the other time patrollers were like that; they were stubborn, hiding their wounds from teammates until later. Was it a long shot? Maybe, but at least it was a theory, and she’d need something to recover if that were the case.

“Hold on a second!” she follows the researcher, a hand reaching into the small bag Shikimi kept with her on missions. It was full of capsules of varying types, from healing concoctions to poison antidotes. One was held out to her, white with a red band sitting neatly on the half-Saiyan’s fingers. A little medical symbol was printed on the side, the capsule likely not being any bigger than a ring or a coin.

“At least take this.” Shikimi continues on, “I know you said you’re not hurt, but just in case— It’s a healing capsule. Anything that did happen should be fixed right up.”

   21 visibly shudders as the girl calls back out to her again- her grip on all of her possessions tightening; and her near-uncontrollable strength nearly crushing some of the files held under her arms. She’s quick to loosen up her hold slightly, though. Her steps slow down for just a moment.

          “ Ah, n- “           “ No, I’m fine, really !  I-I just - “

   One of her eyes twitch, and she reaches up to place a hand to her forehead. With a small exclamation of what could be surmised as a painful reaction to some kind of headache- she wordlessly continues walking outside, and slams the door shut behind her.

          “ Well . . . I wouldn’t be against it . . . “

          “ I’ve never met him , obviously . . . “

          “ - But his cells are responsible for the hunger             that’s . . . slowly overtaking me . So even though I know             it’s not his fault that my fate has been resigned to this -             and that he’s long dead - “