[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Matthiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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No response at all. Still unconscious, then, although after as close a brush with death as she'd had it wasn't surprising. He'd been out for at least as long after having most of his ribs crushed by Reisa, after all. He turned to look at Miina, who'd ceased her mewling and was just standing there looking sheepish.

[color=#b3ccff]"Well. Shall we, or do you want to go check on Izayoi and Chisato instead?"[/color] Without waiting for her response he pushed the door open fully, stepping inside. The room was as simple as the rest; a bed, a nightstand, some empty drawers, a spare chair. He grabbed it, pulling it up next to the bed where Éliane was sleeping peacefully under the blanket.

He paused for a moment, listening to the sound of her breathing—focused for anything out of the ordinary, laboured, wheezing, anything that might suggest there was more deep-seated trauma for Eos and the village healer to try and work on—and watching her face and the rise and fall of her chest beneath the blanket. Satisfied for the moment, he reached out, gently pressing at her shoulder that peaked out from under the cover. [color=#b3ccff]"Are you still with us, Éliane? It's time to wake up."[/color]