( there’s silence. again, longer than she had wanted it to be. there’s a small click in her head … perhaps she shouldn’t ask him if *he thinks she’s dead. )
.. yeah. i’m fine. i was lucky enough.
… you nearly done?
i can get you a coffee if you’d like .. or just &&
( there’s a little hum, her hand removed from atop her head, she stumbles back .. just a little. it hurts being here. )
.. i had a uh .. stage light nearly fall on my head once. maybe just a near death experience has me a little shaken up ..
( there’s a beat .. perhaps &&
( there’s silence for a moment .. perhaps a little longer than she had intended. )
.. do they know?
that they’re dead, i mean. has there been .. cases like that?
.. obviously i wouldn’t know, i don’t know anything about ghosts.
( as said ritual continues .. a hefty sigh escaped the lips of the strawberry blonde .. her hand lifts to her forehead, placed upon it for a moment .. )
.. no , it’ll be fine. it’s not been .. aggressive before , why now?
( there’s a shake of her head. it’s not *too bad … not yet. though the small raised bumps on her skin might say otherwise. her shoulder hurts .. and so does her head. )
no — no it’s okay. i uh … i should stick around, make sure you’re okay, y’know?
( there’s a chill that runs down her back, from the cryo, no doubt. despite being from arguably the coldest nation .. she could never handle the cold. )
i —
.. it’s cold, isn’t it? you’re used to it?