Azi had woken up shortly after she had been brought into Crispian's room. At first she'd been disoriented, but after a bit of fog she knew where it was that she must have been placed. She heard soft voices beyond the closed door and recognized both, though one was rather a distant memory for her. It was then that she remembered the guard and his message.
Pappa.
She lay there, unable even to will herself to sit up, listening to the murmur of voices beyond the door. Pappa. Her head was clear, her mind empty save for that word and an image of Judan's face. A wisp of steam drifted over her as she lay there, steam from tea that had been left on the table beside her.
I can't go on without him, she thought to herself, he is my one constant. My strength, my dearest friend, everything I know and everything I love, everything I do.. he is the source of it all.
"He -was-..." she corrected herself in a soft murmur. She closed her eyes, not even wanting to see the rafters above her as she lay there. Not even able to shed a tear for her lost father. She lay heavy, sinking deep into the cot, feeling the weight of her armor press into her. It was as if she felt nothing at all, and everything acutely, all at the same time. And she cared not.
((OOC roleplay event tonight 7 central to kill the cook

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