B [Madoka has never really been very picky about food — she probably has her father's cooking to thank for that. and even if she didn't like something, she's certainly not about mention it to the chefs, especially when said chefs went through the trouble of wrangling all those crabs from the bath house. and so, even though something about the one bite of crab she has gives leaves her with an awful pang of homesickness, Madoka politely finishes everything else she's offered.]
[and she's fine, at least, until everybody else around her starts dropping like flies. the first ill person she happens across and drops to her knees next to will be the lucky recipient of her once-a-day healing magic. as soon as she's able to sort her thoughts and focus. hang in there!]
Oh, no — Please don't worry! I'm going to try to help you.
[a little while later, the bite of crab comes back to haunt her, though perhaps not as severely as others — you'll find her curled in the fetal position off a few yards away from the pit.]
E [when she's feeling well enough to stumble away, Madoka eventually finds herself at the caravan, a stack of notebooks and pens under one arm, and a handful of hair ribbons of nearly every color imaginable clutched in her fist.]
[the chills have stopped, but somehow, as she thumbs through the different colors, Madoka feels even worse than before.]
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[Madoka has never really been very picky about food — she probably has her father's cooking to thank for that. and even if she didn't like something, she's certainly not about mention it to the chefs, especially when said chefs went through the trouble of wrangling all those crabs from the bath house. and so, even though something about the one bite of crab she has gives leaves her with an awful pang of homesickness, Madoka politely finishes everything else she's offered.]
[and she's fine, at least, until everybody else around her starts dropping like flies. the first ill person she happens across and drops to her knees next to will be the lucky recipient of her once-a-day healing magic. as soon as she's able to sort her thoughts and focus. hang in there!]
Oh, no — Please don't worry! I'm going to try to help you.
[a little while later, the bite of crab comes back to haunt her, though perhaps not as severely as others — you'll find her curled in the fetal position off a few yards away from the pit.]
E
[when she's feeling well enough to stumble away, Madoka eventually finds herself at the caravan, a stack of notebooks and pens under one arm, and a handful of hair ribbons of nearly every color imaginable clutched in her fist.]
[the chills have stopped, but somehow, as she thumbs through the different colors, Madoka feels even worse than before.]