#estininen

She was on one of the many military cots that had been brought in by the Alliance, somehow sequestered in a private room. It was still bitterly cold, but she had been granted one of the working ceruleam heaters to go with the pile of blankets she had thrown off while sitting up. It wasn’t a large room by any means, a single window letting in the afternoon light, and just enough space for an extra chair. One occupied not by G’raha like she thought it would be, but by Estinien.

His grey eyes bore into her, shoulders finally relaxing from the hunched position he had been in as he saw recognition in her eyes.

“G’raha and Y’shtola said that your soul was back where it belonged, but we know that doesn’t always mean you feel at peace with that fact,” His voice was soft and gentle, as Karo finally grasped why these two out of all her friends and lovers were the two by her side as she awoke.

They knew. They knew exactly how she felt, knew the pain and the loss of self when faced with such a grievous breach of bodily autonomy. They had suffered at it for so much longer as well, not in charge of their own body, watching from within instead of without as someone–something–controlled them and hurt those they loved.

The amount of conflicting emotions pouring throughout her body has her gasping for air once more as Thancred helped her sit up. He hadn't moved to embrace her, instead opting to only keep one steadying hand on her back–remembering his own aversion to being touched after the Lahabrea incident. She remembered his conflict of both wanting to be out of sight, yet still there so people wouldn't think he wasn't himself. The weeks of finding him passed out in the main hall instead of his own bed, silently afraid of being completely alone.

Estienen on the other hand had simply up and vanished from his homeland, content to let whatever rumors and stories of his possession come to roost–not that Aymeric would have any ill rumors even begin to take hold. The distance had seemed to be enough for him, after a long absence returning at Tataru and Kriles insistence.

In both of their circumstances they had been lost for moons, and Karo looked at them again with new eyes. How had they stayed so strong? Even the few bells she hasn't had control was enough to set her shaking again just at the thought.

"Shall I set your soul to anger like you were for me then?" Ardbert's voice whispered in her mind, gently teasing, earnest to a fault. She remembered her anguish and blazing anger at Elidibus when he had "borrowed" Ardbert's body, fooling the people of the First in the most bizarre of ways. She choked back a laugh, but not before she watched the men in the room give each other a knowing look. They couldn’t hear her soul’s voice after all–it probably looked like she was giving into the stress of the situation. Which could be a logical and true statement when it all was said and done.

Taking a deep breath, Karo took stock of her body once more. Feet; toes she wiggled first, covered in two layers of thick wool socks she noticed. Nothing felt out of the ordinary there, if just the cold that was starting to seep in. Bending her knees, they were a little stiff–Zenos had not fallen gracefully when she had tackled herself into the snow. All in working order though. She held her hands out next, flexing fingers and hands–again stiff with the cold–but not bruised or hurt, and worked her way up her arms, bending elbows, rolling her shoulders, then finally neck. Thancred had stood up as she started the inventory of herself, and held out his hands to help her to her feet. Gratefully, she took his hands, taking note of the bruising along her hip, but no real damage was done. Nothing a little aether would fix when she decided to use her stores–if she chose to.

“All as it should be then?” Estinien had stayed seated–closer to her eye level–but was looking on in approval. Karo nodded, then shrugged, then nodded again, unsure of what truly to say of the matter. He understood. They both did as their dry laughter cut the air, as he handed her a glass of water to rinse out her mouth.

“It does get easier, remember that,” the dragoon finally stood, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We both know how you’re feeling, and the rest of the lot is out there waiting to make sure you’re back to being you.” he graced her with one of his rare smiles (though they were becoming much more common), and headed for the door, content that he had done his part for the moment, and that she would weather through. As he opened it, she could hear G'raha's quietly desperate voice on the other side. Nodding permission when Estinien looked to her for it, he held the door wider for her other beloved to hurry in. Closing the door behind him, the trio was left alone.

"My Star—" G'raha had stopped short of her, fidgeting with what Karo assumed was a desire to do a through investigation of his own, but resisted—instead peering into her eyes intently.

"I'm well enough, and in my own skin again," she sighed quietly, reaching out to cup his face—her other hand grasping for Thancred's. G'raha leaned into the touch, eyes half-closing, but never breaking his sight of her. She pulled them down, the three of them sitting closely—touching without being stifling—in silence as they let her try to reconcile and adjust as much as she could in the short time allowed. For the Tower would need to be reckoned with, as well as Anima. There wasn't much time to waste sitting around when monsters came to call.