[h2][color=39b54a][center]Gabri[color=fff200]ella Go[/color]nzales
Re[color=fff200]pulsa L[/color]ibre[/center][/color][/h2]
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[@Zaphander]

Hearing her name, Gabriella stopped walking, pulled her eyes off the hospital building and looked forward, seeing Peter approach. He looked...good. That was a relief. She had been so focused on the others she'd never really gotten a look at what his injuries looked like the previous day, so she felt terrible when she found out he was also staying the night at the hospital. It would appear whatever injuries he had sustained were not debilitating in any way.

Her relief passed as she registered the question he'd asked her. She returned only a blank stare for a moment. She wasn't fully familiar with the phrase "pay your respects", but if she recalled correctly, wasn't that normally only used when someone had passed away? Why would Peter think that was a possibility? 

She looked down at the armful of boquets, and her eyes widened in realization. [color=39b54a]"Ah! Yes. Umm...I suppose it is difficult to tell. Hah. Hah hah."[/color] Gabriella resumed walking and closed the distance to Peter, mildly embarrassed by how long it took her to answer him. [color=39b54a]"I am doing the first one. I have a boquet for you, too. Please come with me, so I can find a place to put these down and find the one for you."[/color]
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[@LuckyBlackCat]
With Peter by her side, she felt a bit more confident as they entered the hospital once more. She received directions from a clerk manning the counter in the lobby and headed with Peter toward the rooms her classmates were staying in. Luckily, they were all side-by-side, easy to do in a hospital that was just for students and staff of USJ. Upon rounding the corner to the hallway the rooms were located down, Gabby was pleasantly surprised to find Freya up and about as well, standing outside one of the doors. 

Knowing not one but two of her classmates were well enough to be walking around brought a smile to Gabby's face, and as she approached the cat-like girl, she felt inspiration well up inside her. She couldn't walk in being dour and worried, that would help nobody's emotional health. Her smile widened, showing off her sparkling whites. Or, at least, as much as could be seen through the small forest in her arms.

[color=39b54a]"Freya! It is I, Gabriella! Peter is here, too. May we come in?"[/color]