#c5.txt

[daughterofyuri]

[E5, are you okay?] -@aquatic-anxiety

P16? What happened? I’m not sure where I am right now.

[daughterofyuri]

The grass feels weird between her toes. It’s different when it’s real, not just a simulation. There’s texture to it, a smell to it. Em imagines there’s prolly a taste to it, too, but she’s not willing to find out.

She feels a bit useless as she watches Pepito build their shelter. The pile of apples next to the log hut gleams softly as the sun lowers in the sky.

She should help. She wants to help. What are they missing that they need?

[Water.]

Water! They need it to drink, and Pepito surely needs it for Pepito’s skin. Empanada needs something to carry it in, a source for it, a way to make sure it’s clean… it’s a bit overwhelming for her to think about. Her groupmates are hard at work, though, so she doesn’t have time to be anxious.

[Do you want my help?]

“Um…” Em whispers, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. “Sure, if you don’t mind. What was your name again?”

There’s a pause, as if part of her, a part she can’t access and yet can feel all the same, is thinking.

[Cassidy.]