[It's done. It's done, it's over, and everyone is safe. They're back after what felt like years of stress and struggle, and yet Norma still feels her heart hammering away inside her chest. The adrenaline hasn't yet subsided enough to have her calm down and relax, her fears not yet quelled. Even though everyone came back in one piece (though a bit worse for wear, truthfully), she can't shake the thought of what could have happened. It's frightening - being asleep or just...doing something mundane, then waking up to find yourself, or someone you care about gone, spirited away to a dangerous place. The Queen really took this to the extreme, and Norma wonders how safe they really are. How much Ozuma's influence can actually protect them from.
As she hesitates outside the infirmary, scared of what she may see inside, Norma rubs her hands together, over her face, through her hair. She probably looks like a sleepless wreck, but she's got to calm down enough to just face her roommate without throwing herself at him. Poor Sanji's been through enough already, and he really should get some rest and keep warm. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales sharply, peeking her head through the doorway before sliding inside, eyes peeled for a particular person. She doesn't see him right away, preoccupied with some of the others who are getting tended to, and she feels her stomach sink a little and a sharp ache at her side, like a reminder. Ah, right...right. Norma remembers now why being in an environment like this was never pleasant.]
[Adorable, really, if Norma thinks that Sanji would be in the infirmary for himself. Sans had to trick him, Papyrus had to out-argue him, Rin had to bully him, and the end result is only that of a chef shooing others to their beds before heading for that door, exhausted by the noise and wanting to see Happy.
It's not that he can't sit and take his medicine like a good boy, or follow a doctor's orders. Sanji prides himself on being less irritating than that green-haired menace he calls nakama... but in the same vein, there's no little reindeer bossing him into a chair, is there? Chopper's back home where he should be, far from the madness of a celestial war, no doubt wondering where his chef and navigator disappeared to...
(Assuming he's survived Big Mom and the Vinsmokes. Assuming that Luffy got them out after Nami disappeared, and the families haven't rained down hellfire for the botched wedding)
If he dwells on it for too long, all it does is put a bad taste in his mouth; another dose of acid to irritate his bruised, discolored neck. He's frowning when he almost runs into Norma, and so surprised by her sudden appearance that it takes him a beat to register the sight]
[Norma's a little taken aback by the sudden appearance of her roommate that she visibly jumps when her name is called. She had been prepared to face Sanji in the infirmary, not outside it, and now she's stumped on how to react and what to say. Blinking and swallowing the lump in her throat, she doesn't think twice before her mind just keys on the first thing she sees.]
Why aren't you in bed? [It's not an accusation, just a statement, an observation. Is he really okay to be on his feet like that? Sure he was...pretty ridiculous in terms of brute force and tenacity, but Sanji is still as human as Norma is. He can get cold, and...
Her eyes deviate to his neck, and seeing the redness of where the noose once was, her face falls, and she feels a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach. It's a sore reminder just how human they all are, in a way, and how at the mercy of the Queen they truly are. Safe Zones? Haha! Funny. Because they were totally safe from this mess, right?] Hey, can I see real quick? I won't touch it, but I can probably heal it a little...
[Or at least help with some of that ugly redness and bruising.]
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As she hesitates outside the infirmary, scared of what she may see inside, Norma rubs her hands together, over her face, through her hair. She probably looks like a sleepless wreck, but she's got to calm down enough to just face her roommate without throwing herself at him. Poor Sanji's been through enough already, and he really should get some rest and keep warm. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales sharply, peeking her head through the doorway before sliding inside, eyes peeled for a particular person. She doesn't see him right away, preoccupied with some of the others who are getting tended to, and she feels her stomach sink a little and a sharp ache at her side, like a reminder. Ah, right...right. Norma remembers now why being in an environment like this was never pleasant.]
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It's not that he can't sit and take his medicine like a good boy, or follow a doctor's orders. Sanji prides himself on being less irritating than that green-haired menace he calls nakama... but in the same vein, there's no little reindeer bossing him into a chair, is there? Chopper's back home where he should be, far from the madness of a celestial war, no doubt wondering where his chef and navigator disappeared to...
(Assuming he's survived Big Mom and the Vinsmokes. Assuming that Luffy got them out after Nami disappeared, and the families haven't rained down hellfire for the botched wedding)
If he dwells on it for too long, all it does is put a bad taste in his mouth; another dose of acid to irritate his bruised, discolored neck. He's frowning when he almost runs into Norma, and so surprised by her sudden appearance that it takes him a beat to register the sight]
-- Oh, there you are, Norma-chan!
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Why aren't you in bed? [It's not an accusation, just a statement, an observation. Is he really okay to be on his feet like that? Sure he was...pretty ridiculous in terms of brute force and tenacity, but Sanji is still as human as Norma is. He can get cold, and...
Her eyes deviate to his neck, and seeing the redness of where the noose once was, her face falls, and she feels a cold stone drop into the pit of her stomach. It's a sore reminder just how human they all are, in a way, and how at the mercy of the Queen they truly are. Safe Zones? Haha! Funny. Because they were totally safe from this mess, right?] Hey, can I see real quick? I won't touch it, but I can probably heal it a little...
[Or at least help with some of that ugly redness and bruising.]