[Before her. She calls herself stupid for feeling giddy over something so simple, especially since it could just as easily not have been her that he decided to tag along with. Just because she wasn't good with people didn't mean Teo was the same. He could have made friends elsewhere, and even if he had to pretend or keep his distance, what made Ryder special in her opinion was...circumstance.
Still. She was special. It's nice.
And that's probably why she spends her time fastidiously taking stock of what she has available, doing some experimentation, and doing some heavy lifting. She understands why the ground floor isn't possible on multiple levels, but it sure would make it less exhausting for her to transport things or retrieve supplies. Definitely going to need that bath, after so much sweating -- and it's good she had him pick up antibiotics, too, since it wouldn't be hard for her to believe this place has plenty of ways to introduce infection, especially with her scraped up palms. How long did tetanus shots last again? When was the last time she upped her immunizations? Hm.
Ryder's at the top of the stairs, on the floor and trying to catch her breath, when he comes upon her. Weak...wave... Next to her is a garbage can she'd gone back to the kitchen to retrieve, inside of which is a swollen garbage bag that sloshes when moved. Because of her focus on making her lungs and arms work again, she hasn't looked at him enough to be offput by any blood -- just a quick lift of her head to confirm it was Teo, then back to dying.]
Need -- adjustments. Maybe -- sheets. Backpack. Ramp? Hahhh. Arms -- noodles. [Okay. With what's apparently an enormous amount of effort, Ryder starts to get back on her feet.] Should -- be enough, now. Ow.
[Inside the thankfully sturdy bag is pool water, which is dragged over to the tub in their room -- already filled partway. Rather than risk opening the bag and sending water everywhere, she sits on the ledge with it on her lap and quickly pokes a hole in the side over the tub. She's tired and sore, but quite pleased with herself for the solution, even if it means that the bags used have less function in the future.]
There! Phew. What d'you think?
[The pool water is still a little grimy on account of no filtration, and it doesn't smell the best even ignoring the chemical smell, but it's infinitely better than the near-swamp the outdoor pool was becoming. Besides, they had lots of soapy things that smelled nice.]
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Still. She was special. It's nice.
And that's probably why she spends her time fastidiously taking stock of what she has available, doing some experimentation, and doing some heavy lifting. She understands why the ground floor isn't possible on multiple levels, but it sure would make it less exhausting for her to transport things or retrieve supplies. Definitely going to need that bath, after so much sweating -- and it's good she had him pick up antibiotics, too, since it wouldn't be hard for her to believe this place has plenty of ways to introduce infection, especially with her scraped up palms. How long did tetanus shots last again? When was the last time she upped her immunizations? Hm.
Ryder's at the top of the stairs, on the floor and trying to catch her breath, when he comes upon her. Weak...wave... Next to her is a garbage can she'd gone back to the kitchen to retrieve, inside of which is a swollen garbage bag that sloshes when moved. Because of her focus on making her lungs and arms work again, she hasn't looked at him enough to be offput by any blood -- just a quick lift of her head to confirm it was Teo, then back to dying.]
Need -- adjustments. Maybe -- sheets. Backpack. Ramp? Hahhh. Arms -- noodles. [Okay. With what's apparently an enormous amount of effort, Ryder starts to get back on her feet.] Should -- be enough, now. Ow.
[Inside the thankfully sturdy bag is pool water, which is dragged over to the tub in their room -- already filled partway. Rather than risk opening the bag and sending water everywhere, she sits on the ledge with it on her lap and quickly pokes a hole in the side over the tub. She's tired and sore, but quite pleased with herself for the solution, even if it means that the bags used have less function in the future.]
There! Phew. What d'you think?
[The pool water is still a little grimy on account of no filtration, and it doesn't smell the best even ignoring the chemical smell, but it's infinitely better than the near-swamp the outdoor pool was becoming. Besides, they had lots of soapy things that smelled nice.]