And I lay there wondering, what is the matter?

[lalliho]

Who: Lalli Hotakainen and Emil Västerström.
Where: Coven house (?)
When: Backdated to the morning of Day 34.
Open/Closed: Closed.

[When he was young, he'd forced himself to accept the idea of waking up in a different place than he'd gone to sleep. Spirit walking should have made that easier to swallow, but there he knew he'd always be in his haven the next time sleep rolled around. Soul exactly where it was meant to be. His body never really had the same luxury... Even in places he'd been told were home now, he never felt like he wasn't...out of place. But he accepted it.

It was harder now. Every day had been new in the Silent World, when he'd actually been given the opportunity to sleep -- and there had been times his advice on where to go had been completely ignored, it seemed -- but even that was nothing compared to this completely alien universe. He had his connection with his gods back, sure, but...

He felt so disconnected all the same.

When the lynx returns, he welcomes it with a gratefulness and love that almost hurts. They failed -- or Lalli did, as the lynx had no say in the plan despite its participation -- but at least they won't die alone in this unfamiliar land. Not because of Lalli's mistakes. Not yet.

Empty even with his soul back together, he makes himself accept waking up here, different still from where he'd expected, with a shuddered sigh.]

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[enflame]

( Lalli's inner turmoil isn't one of the things on Emil's mind at the moment. Well, not that he really knows about it, but all the same. The past 24 hours had been incredibly stressful, which had led to some fitful sleeping, but he found it to be somewhat impossible to really rest with all that was going on.

He didn't like being in the makeshift coven house considering it was so cramped and harsh and flat, but something about being contained did feel more reassuring than being in the middle of the marketplace. Lalli also liked harsh, flat, cramped things apparently so maybe the change of scenery (thanks Dirk) wasn't so bad.

There was an even split of those who were fighting or...something, and then the people who stayed behind to stay safe. The saving grace was that the herd had thinned enough that there weren't people falling on top of one another, so keeping Lalli out the hands of curious strangers or stray Palai was easy enough.

Emil hunched wearily where he was sitting next to his passed out friend, drumming his fingers against his knees. Apparently this was just a waiting game that he didn't know the rules to -- Lalli would eventually wake up, hopefully, he just didn't really know when or how. He kind of missed that part last time.

Despite the phenomena not lasting as long as it did last time, to hear signs of louder breathing from his friend was a very welcome change. Very welcome. )

Lalli! ( As soon as the movement and sound are made, Emil leans over, preparing himself to get up to do whatever was needed... Not that he knew what that is either, but there isn't any noticeable food around to dump on him if that's his typical post-coma mood. ) Lalli, are you awake?

( The tone in his voice is mixed with equal measures of panic and demand, but those are both overtaken by a rather large heaping of relief. Lalli having a sour attitude the last time they spoke is totally forgotten on his end. )