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[quirkynote]

[The grumpearl projects an image and this time it's of A.B.A, her chimeric form sprawled across one of Oran's many beds. She looks tired, more than usual, and especially for someone who's been out of commission for a couple of months.]

...It would appear that I've fallen ill. I'm...disappointed in myself, I don't fall ill, I'm supposed to be better than that. I survive, I rise, I'm supposed to be filled with potential. ...It's this body, it's weak, even now it's weak. Mightyena was kind enough to allow me back into the guild, and that's where I'll continue to recover. It feels bad... I feel bad...

[A pause.]

...I was aware throughout most of it, at least...I think I was. A lot of it amalgamated with my thoughts, swirling, like a dream. ....I know some of you were there, although it's possible that was also part of the dream. You should tell me if you were actually there or not, s-so I know what the reality really was. Please say you were there...

What else... Oh!

Before I succumbed, a very rude mongoose was able to tell me what my Pokémon species is called. She called it Type: Full. I like that...

...

[At this point, A.B.A isn't sure how to end her message, her stray thoughts just sort of...slipping out.]

I'm not sure what else to say...

I'm hungry. I can't buy snacks stuck in bed...

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[offtracks]

Ah! Yes, I'm sure I can find something like that! I will bring it along - are you in the same chamber we all slept in before?

[Among his own belongings, most likely; Ingo tends to hold onto some preserved food like that even here where supplies seem plentiful. They may not always be so. For now, though, there's enough resources that he'll gladly tap into his stores for A.B.A - he can replace it later.]

[quirkynote]

That's right, the very same room. Have you...not been sleeping in it since?

[Where has he been sleeping? WHERE HAS HE BEEN SLEEPING?]

Mightyena has suggested I group everyone up again. You should bring your belongings, I think I'll be scheduling it again soon.

[offtracks]

It got rather...damp.

[He's a fire-type, it was simply too uncomfortable!]

But, yes, that would be rather nice!

[quirkynote]

I-It did?! ...I've heard it could flood in The Spire, but I never imagined that I'd miss it...

[She almost sounds...disappointed.]

It should be dry enough now, you should definitely move back in.

[offtracks]

Ah, well - if Emmet agrees, then certainly!

[quirkynote]

If I know Mr. Subway Fox as much as I believe I do, I can't see him saying no.

[offtracks]

...oh, well - yes.

[There's some obvious hesitation. Ingo isn't sure he would say that himself. He doesn't know if he knows Emmet well enough to make that claim.]

I found some jerky, I will be right there!

[quirkynote]

Very well, I'll be lying here, waiting.

[A pause.]

Not that there's much else I can do... I'm...stuck here. A shame, really... If I'm going to make this sleepover happen, I may need to reach out and ask for help...

[offtracks]

Are you certain you want to have one while you are still feeling unwell? It may not be the most restful experience!

[quirkynote]

Quite the opposite, I don't believe I could rest without it. To sleep alone, it's every wife's nightmare. This has been the only way I've been able to sleep comfortably ever since arriving here...

So long as everyone behaves, I'll be fine.

[...]

Are you able to sleep alone...?

[offtracks]

Of course, if I must! Though I am more accustomed to sleeping amongst one or more of my Pokemon, these days.

[Well. Not "these days" exactly, anymore. But Ingo has continued to share quarters with at least Emmet, and typically more, so.]

But Warden Calaba usually forbids it when I have been injured. I suppose it is a little different with illness...