markofthebrave | BACKDATED to July 3rd [ Action, Voice ] .049

[Today, Katara sleeps in far later than her custom - in fact, she won't wake up until around one. No one in the house particularly wants her up, and when she does wake she feels as if a platypus bear has been playing kickball with her head. Everything is stuffed in cotton. And then some remaining memories of the past few days filter in through the pain, and suddenly Katara doesn't want to wake up.

She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]

Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?

[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.

If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]

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...Doing better there, Katara?

[Derek will keep his voice low and sympathetic.]

[Katara winces, vaguely remembering their last conversation. Ouch.]

Yeah. Thanks, Derek.

No problem.

...The whole eye thing was actually kinda pretty. But weird. Thought you'd been possessed.

Eye...thing? [She stares at the journal a little blankly for a minute before trying to remember hurts her head and shakes something loose.]

I don't really remember... everything's all blurry.

Your eyes kept changing color. Like a mood ring.

Mood ring? [She has no idea what that is, but she gets enough from the context.] ...that sounds really weird.

Well, the rings are kinda fun--they change colors according to the heat your body gives off.

But...when it's someone's eyes doing that...yeah.

[She reaches up a hand and rubs at her temple for a moment.]

I'm sorry for anything she said or did that was really weird.

Didn't do anything all that weird, at least to me. Had to tell you how to treat a sleeping foot, but that's about it.

Oh. Well. That's good.

[She vaguely remembers thinking you had been in love with her.

...

...she'd rather not pursue this line of thought anymore. So before he has a chance to ask-] She didn't know?

[Fortunately, Derek has remained clueless about that little fact, so for him...yeah.

At least he won't be asking right?]

Apparently not. It was...pretty strange. Seriously thought the Malnosso had scooped some info out or something.

[Translation: Katara, he thought the Malnosso had turned you into a mindless ditz.]

[She just winces painfully.]

...at least it didn't take you too long to figure out it wasn't me. Right?

I figured it out pretty quick, yeah.

I'm just glad to see you back to normal, really.

[Because you are a sweet and brilliant young lady, and what the Malnosso did to that was all sorts of wrong]

Me too.

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