from @buneppetit: “ are you okay ? ” woe bunet be upon ye
"am i… okay?" veronica repeats the question, peering down on bunet with widened eyes. she knows there are few reasons for people to ask such things: small talk is one, and alarm is another. she and bunet have been acquainted for long enough that she thinks pleasantries are unnecessary— had she done something to raise concern, then? she takes a moment to ponder on this, staring down at her half-visible hands. the somniel floor is blurry through her translucent palms.
in this state of being, there is little that can actually harm her. though her consciousness marries with another when she is engaged, there is little in actual pain that she can feel. perhaps the closest to hurt she's ever felt is when her bracelet's been wiped too hard— even then, it's more a damp discomfort than anything else.
the emblem frowns.
"why do you ask?" she finally says, "is something the matter? do i… not seem okay to you?"
