~ thirty-eighth fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

[Lunar Festival? What Lunar Festival? What world boss rising out of the duck pond? Amy's laid up in bed, feeling ill and cranky and faintly miserable. Today is apparently a day she gets to suffer through the phantom effects of her real body's pregnancy back home. Either that, or she's got food poisoning]

Heeeeeey, castle. Do you have a good remedy for an upset stomach? Rory knows his stuff, but it's only Earth medicine, and I am really open to alternatives right now.

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[peacockherald]

_{[ooc: is there something specific he should be looking for as farm as sicknesses go? Or is it something like she's pregnant?]}

Hmm. So stomach pains. Any headaches? Fever?

_{[He placed his hand on hers, opening the channel of his Healing Gift and left it out. He was by no means powerful enough to have his Greens, but he knew enough to help those he came across - enough to diagnose problems and fix them with herbs or help speed healing, however minor.]}

[too_fairytale]

[ooc: She is... actually pregnant, back home. The Amy that Vanyel is touching is a Flesh Ganger and damn near indistinguishable from the real thing, being "driven" by the real Amy's consciousness. Back home that link equates to sometimes feeling sick and/or seeing a creepy-ass lady in an eye patch looking at her out of walls. At her current canon point Ganger Amy doesn't know that she isn't the real Amy, but she knows here in Paradisa. The castle is keeping her Flesh body stable by sort of pressing pause on the link between the two Amys.

...sorry, that's actually the Reader's Digest version right there :/]

No, no headaches, no fever.

[peacockherald]

_{[ooc: So do you want me to say 'pregnant' or 'you're pregnant, but I cannot sense another life in you'?]}

All right. It might not be so bad then.

_{[He closed his eyes, letting his power work, trying to sense what was going on as much as he could.]}

[nurse_boy]

[ooc: say option two so we can freak! :D]

[Rory, who has so far been quiet as Vanyel works, is standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, chewing on a thumbnail with an oddly terse expression on his face. When Vanyel says 'not so bad then', his eyes flick up to Amy's]

/salutes! o7

[peacockherald]

_{[He is quiet a long time, and then finally opens his eyes, his brow furrowing.]}

You feel like you are pregnant, but I cannot feel another life.

heh heh heh

[too_fairytale]

[at that, Amy's face blanches--she can't mask her reaction--and looks quickly at Rory, her own expression taking on a pinched quality]

drama llama

[nurse_boy]

[Rory's stomach lurches, eyes fixed on Amy's, and without thinking he blurts]

What?!

[to Vanyel, it probably sounds like the right response: shock]