Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-28358106-20170726234233

"No...just an...*huff*...overwhelming desire to...have a...*huff*...long lie down..."

Shakily, Simonelle is helped to her chair by Adelaide and the Ghoul. "Gently, please, Rikke. And have the maid bring a hot towel, please," Adelaide commands. Rikke, the Ghoul, nods and disappears into the darkness.

Her body trembling as if her muscles are fighting to work, Simonelle, her head hanging, looks up to Armata through her brow. "I...wasn't expecting that. Haptic memories...unngh." She pinches the bridge of her nose, her voice shaky with effort. "I haven't experienced pain like that in...hundreds of...years. You've been through...quite a bit, Lord De'Sange.  Thomas...wasn't kidding."

Adelaide places her hand on Simonelle's leg and leans in slightly. "How do you feel? Has anything changed?"

"I wish I could...describe it. It's a little...overwhelming.  Like this world wasn't...meant to contain it." She looks back up to Armata.