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[Today is not a good day to be Layla.

The Heartless girl is blundering her way through town clutching at her head, not really paying attention to where she's going - no attention left to pay.

It says something that her current killer-migraine-sickness state of feeling is actually an improvement on how things were not very long ago. Thinking straight? No, that's not on the cards for today.

Not a lot except ow make it stop, and what happened?, and no, Dad... really is.]

((So, um, backdated to just after the thing with the Heartless.))

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Layla?

[hey, long time no see! Sora looks awfully worried about the younger girl, approaching with a concerned expression.]

[Blink. Blink. Someone's talking to her...? Focus!]

...Sora?

Hey! You're not looking so hot. You okay?

[concern concern concern. she's pretty ready to start fussing over the poor girl.]

Mm... [She can't even manage to fake a 'yeah'.] Everything's hurting...

That's not good! What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?

Ngh.

[She rests against a wall.] Something out there... it's making Heartless hurt. Not kill us -[she realises after she says that it might not be the best pronoun, but damn, Sora already knows] but just hurt more than anything. I can feel it all around. And it. [Swallow. Blink. Rub head.]

It got Dad.

That's horrible! Oh man, I'm so sorry...

[and sad. and angry. she can only imagine how Layla must feel with all of that. she's going to get a hug, actually.]

There's- there's gotta be something I can do to help.

[With a wibble, she gives into the hug, trying to let Sora's presence block out the painful echoes.]

I dunno. I'm not sure what else would help. ... [Trying to laugh-] This does a bit, though.

[hearing that makes her attempt to sort of wrap around Layla a little more, hugging her close.]

I'll stick around until this problem's solved, okay? D'you think there's anything else I'd be able to do to help?

[Well, this is a good start.]

Thanks. And I ... I'm not sure? I don't even know what this thing that's happening is...

Okay, well... well, I can at least make sure it doesn't get you, too.

Thanks. [She sighs, smiles.] All I know is this - well, it looked like one of us, but it felt off? Kind of ...corrupted, wrong? - attacked us, Dad went to stop it, and... mm. [Big hug.]

Things'll work out, you'll see.

[so much hugging. she's trying to figure out in her head what she could possibly do.]

[Heh. Flying cat. Cute. It's enough to get a little smile from her.]

[Flying cat with a ridiculous grin, even.]

Why such the face, now?

... everything's hurting. And it's making my head hurt.

A shame you can't simply remove the hurt, then. It would make everything so much easier.

[She gives the cat a look.]

It doesn't work like that.

Why should it not?

[Flailing-] It's - it's not like getting a splinter stuck in something! It's not a thing I can just pull out!

No? I knew a fellow from out yadder past Witzend who did it thrice daily.

That's nice if you're him. [She rubs her head for a moment.]

It's nicer than the Red Queen's answer.

Huh? Why?