-3.5 ml- [Voice]

[pilot_princess]

[There's the soft sound of feet crunching in snow, as well as the soft clinking noises of things hitting each other muffled by a cloth bag. After a few seconds, there's a soft sneeze.]

Wow... I didn't know the mornings were so cold... All this snow is bothering me so much. [There's soft, shuddering breathing for a moment, then the footsteps and clinking return.]

I should be, um... back in a few days. I'll try to visit everyone I promised when I'm out. [A soft sniffle.] And nobody has to worry about me, it's just... something I have to do right now. And when he's okay it's all okay, I get to leave and come back. But I'm fine! [The crunching noise stops.]

And Ty Lee... go inside. Or at least get some cocoa or something warm!

Sash... sash... here it is!

Ugh... Stupid sweater's really itchy... aah...? No. [She suddenly squeaks. The communicator hits the ground and promptly shuts off.]

Comments

[pilot_princess]

It is?! But he's been in his room since he got it!

I don't have chickenpox... it's just my sweater.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but he's a little kid. Maybe someone in his family saw him or..

...You need to rest. Just hang with that kid and rest, or whatever, but don't run yourself down!

[pilot_princess]

Well, his brother watches him in the day... If it gets too bad, I'll stop, okay?