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The woman who walked into the HCFA building was a much different woman than the one who’d left her home that morning. Night had soon fallen, with most rescue efforts screeched to a halt. Rika had managed to pop in her home and grab whatever blankets and comforters she had -- which was admittedly not enough. She would have to go back and see what else she had -- but that would have to be in the morning, where the odds of some wayward stranger slitting her throat were less likely. Still, at the front desk they went, as she struggled to take off her coat without setting down a box. It was, however, comforting to see Yoosung at one of the waiting benches.
He was asleep, with Willow only an inch in dreamland next to him, but still. Rika would ask him about how today went when he’d gotten some sleep. That begged the question, though --
“It’s pretty late, Willow. Shouldn’t you get some sleep, too?” Rika’s question was at the midpoint of a yawn, just barely audible. Though the dark of the office managed to hide the circles under her eyes, Rika was certain Willow would see through it. Still, shouldn’t Willow rest, too? (At least this gave Rika an excuse to give the girl her present.) Rika quietly stepped over the sleeping bodies -- whose rest was anything but peaceful. Her main target was Yoosung, who was shortly wrapped around in Rika’s coat. It was too small for him to actually wear, but it would pass for a cover, for now. With that done, she squeezed next to Willow.
“How were things? I feel bad for not being in here today,” she whispered, just loud enough for Willow to hear. “But at the same time, I think those out at Sector 001 need the help more. How are you feeling?” The box was placed gingerly at her feet, where it would wait until the timing was better.
