[This morning, there is a series of images appearing in the journal. Nothing more, nothing less. Ask what's going on, and you'll probably get more of the same. Luceti is a strange place, isn't it?]
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She has no idea what the rest of those pictures are.
Let's try this voiced.]
That's me?
Yes, I'm all right. [She's aware that this answer might not be completely satisfactory, as all three of them have likely been saying that to each other this past week.] What about you? Are you okay?
I am- [He draws a little arrow to his sad excuse for a map.] But [and now Edward] is coming.
Do you need help? Healing?
I amNo.[He isn't... entirely well. He has a few bruises, and a scabbed-over cut on his arm from when his shield was sliced off, but most of his damage seems to be mental, thankfully. Or regrettably. But since Katara is now accounted for, he draws another picture of a flute. What of Capell?]
?
He'll return soon. [Or... that isn't guaranteed, but he can't bear the thought. In fact, his handwriting gets a little jagged just considering it.]
He's strong. He'll be all right.
You as well.
Thanks. ...you too.
Who's stubborn? You? Me? ...him?