Nate rubs his hands together and sighs,
“Now then, can we leave this Gods forsaken basement?” Celine sags into the chair,
“Please!” Relief fills her words, “I will need help with the stairs though if that’s okay?” Fi nods,
“Of course. Over to you Nate!” Fi grins at him, he rolls his eyes at her, then turns to Celine.
“How do you want to do this, I could just carry you, or I can support you as you walk?” She hums,
“Normally, I would rather use my own legs, but for today...” She coughs, trying to clear her throat, then holds up a finger as she turns away from them both to coughs up a lump of moss along with a large blood clot onto the floor. She groans, and wipes her mouth on her arm, “Carrying sounds lovely, thanks.” He looks concerned,
“Right… Are you going to be coughing up more of
