❝ —You, again? ❞ Her tone is as meek as it has ever been;
it is with widened eyes that she greets him once again. The
last they met, Terra was certain they were not to meet again.
Perhaps it is fate— or some strange form of luck that he has found
her once again. She could barely remember the last time she has
actually rested, or eaten, for that matter. ❝ I have.. to go..❞ With a
feeble attempt to get up, her arms shake, and her body falls back
to the bed under her.
❝I have.. to..❞
"—Hey, what do you think you’re doing?" He grew concern instantly, and approached her closer, trying to get her to stay in the bed. Touching the bare part of her shoulder. "You seriously don’t plan on leaving in the condition you’re currently in, are you? You look absolutely exhausted. And I heard your stomach growling earlier… You sound like you haven’t eaten in days."
"I want to make one thing clear to you, Terra. You’re not leaving this camp, until you’ve fully recovered back to your old self. Get some rest. Join us for dinner. I promise you, I’m no stranger to having some decent hospitality."
Her shoulder immediately falls back toward the bed
once his hand urges her to do so. The rest of her body
follows it in suit. A hand lifts to her forehead, as she
closes her eyes for a mere moment. He was right— she
was in awful shape. It was almost beyond awful, at this
point. Traveling on foot was rough, especially when
Terra did not know, nor have the common sense enough
to know when to rest. ❝I.. I have to find them…❞ The returners
the people who would be able to help her plight against
Kefka, and restore the world to its state of normalcy.
It is not a moment sooner that her eyes slip shut, and she
is submerged back into the world of dreams, while her
body rests against the bed.