ifritrisen | Open RP Post

[It's late. Most occupants of the hideaway are asleep. Save for a few lingering souls twiddling away the late hours of the night over one last beer or song.

Joshua can't seem to find sleep at this hour either. Maybe restlessness or maybe something else. He sits there alone at one of the tables. Looking out at the night stars twinkling above... Counting each one. His drink is completely untouched and forgotten.]

[ it's been a long day, for them both. clive more so than her, most likely, as he returns to the hideaway injured enough for tarja to take notice and herd him off to the medical room for some treatment and bandaging. jill doesn't manage to catch sight of him at first, only learning about this through the grape vine.

it's not uncommon for the goings ons of "cid" to be a popular topic amongst those inhabiting the hideaway, so it doesn't take long for her to be heading over there herself, boots clacking against the wooden flooring as she makes her way over.

from what she heard, tarja took care of him right away, but it doesn't prevent the myriad thoughts forming on her way over — the problem with getting the news through second-hand information is that nothing's clear. one person says he was holding his arm, another says he was limping. something about tarja "rushing" him to the medical bay, when really it could've been just a normal walk over. she'd best see for herself.

tarja having left to attend to an incident in the garden, jill is alone when she approaches the room meant for patients' recovery, and it's just as she's walking in that she nearly bumps right into... clive walking out. ]

—Clive? [ a step back in surprise, as her worried expression is replaced with suspicion. ] And where do you think you're going?

[ was he not just brought in here for an injury he sustained? speaking of which, she's scanning him for that now. ]

[ ooc: feel free to make his injury whatever suits you! i kept it vague for that purpose! ]

[What has been only a small handful of days since Clive had returned alone from Origin has felt much, much longer than that. Jill was sure to give him some space when she thought he needed it, and was at his side every other time, but the longer time wore on, the more anxious she became. So anxious that she could no longer sit idly by and take it.

She wasn't sure how much convincing it would take for him to agree, but it would be the first day spent outside of the hideaway since. It might be healthy for the both of them to get some fresher air, and to separate themselves for a little while... to help ease their minds and if she's lucky, cheer him up. Even it is just a little bit.

She chose Northreach as her spot of choice, being quite fond of the marketplace there for their selections of foods and ingredients. Jill recalled their conversation here not that long ago, where they spoke of breads and pies, and she remembered that lighter feeling in her heart despite all of the heaviness that lingered otherwise at the time.

And this is hardly any different from then.

So, with two baskets in hand, she holds the larger one out for Clive to take with something of a crooked smile.]

Here. I'll need your help with carrying all of the supplies. I've plans to make some pies for everyone when we get back.

[It was just another fine day at the Hideaway when Cid suddenly comes up behind Clive and claps him on the shoulder.]

Get your things, Clive, we're headed to Northreach.

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