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Characters: Yorda and Cain
Date: January 11th, 2017
Location: Northern coast.
Situation: Cain finds a half-drowned girl on the shoreline. Yorda is her weird self.
Warnings/Rating: Dad jokes.

Yorda's first thoughts upon waking were I am dead. He second thoughts upon sitting up, wet sand and seaweed sliding off her, were I can't be dead. Everything hurts.

Pain wasn't entirely unfamiliar to Yorda. She'd taken a few falls and had the wind knocked out of her. But she'd never felt the raw ache of coming back from the brink of death. She flexed her hands, fingers curling and uncurling as feeling gradually returned to her extremities.

"Ico...?" She meant to call out more loudly, but her voice was hoarse and it sounded more like a pathetic squeak. She frowned, gray eyes scanning the foggy shoreline. Something felt off, but what specifically she didn't know.

She pulled herself up to the dry sands where she could rest away from the lapping waves. She needed to rest and recover some of her strength - any greater feats were beyond her.

And then, hopefully, she could find her friend.

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One pale eye opened.

"A place of people...?" There was nothing but hesitation in her tone. Aside from Ico, Cain was the first living soul Yorda had ever encountered. She didn't really have much concept of a 'city'. Once she had stood at the top of the tower that her cage was in, and if she squinted, she could see the crumbling ruins of a city her mother had turned to stone. It looked like a larger version of the Castle in the Mists, with it's decaying walls and tattered spires.

She had pictured people there. Lots of people. But she had no idea what they did in a city, so in her imagination, they were all sort of just milling about. They talked a lot in her imagination, mostly because there's only so much conversation you can have with a wall or pigeons before you just have to admit defeat and retreat into your own head.

"How many?" She asked. It seemed like an important question and she was very apprehensive about other people. She may have believed Cain's explanations but they hadn't assuaged the fear she'd be killed on sight.

He could read the hesitance in her body language. It wasn't hard, and he knew he would have to speak persuasively to convince her it was safe. Whatever experiences she'd had before this hadn't been good, not only from this reaction but the fear for her friend from earlier. She would be safe in the Hotel; the real real trouble was going to be getting there.

"Quite a lot," he answered honestly. "Most people keep to themselves. There's too many people to bother everyone. I would be there too," he added, "so if it got to be too much we could go somewhere quiet. How does that sound?"

There was a long silence as Yorda weighed her options. There really weren't that many - she was sure now if she pressed the issue, Cain would probably let her be. And then what?

She'd be alone again, with little hope of finding her lost friend. And Cain didn't seem cruel.

But then, her mother could be kind too, when the mood took her.

She unfurled, getting slowly, shakily to her feet. And frowned - the latent power that had been poured into her should have taken care of some of the feebleness, but everything still ached. She would have to figure this out later though - for now she couldn't let any more weakness show, in case Cain decided it was better - and safer - to just do away with her.

"Lead," She said softly. "I will follow."