Echo is still asleep.

His leg seems almost completely healed. What is left is a slight scrape, so it's easy for him to stand.

There is a desk and desk chair, and then there's a beanbag chair off to the side.

There isn't much at the desk over than some mechanical and coloured pencils, as well as a few sketch books and anatomy books. There's some dried up flowers in a small, hand-made clay vase. There's some dried paint on the desk.

Nothing really happened other than Echo talking in her sleep. Nothing she said really made too much sense, though, and most of it was gibberish.

At one point she did seem to wake up, but she didn't do anything except stare at the ceiling for a bit before closing her eyes and falling asleep again. The Narrator isn't sure if that would count as much so Uh, yea.

If Time did go downstairs, Silence was finishing up whatever medicine she was making. It looked like some kind of clear gel. She was aggressively stirring it in a cooking pot.

"Medicine for Echo's skin," Silence answered.

"What do you mean?" Silence asked.

Missy was as well chilling out, laying on top of the fridge, watching Silence and Time.

"I know how to make medicine and use magic, so sure, I guess I am." 

"Hmph, I'd say that North and Adrik will be back in about forty minutes, maybe forty five if Adrik puts up too much trouble, and Jay might be a few more hours. What about you? Don't you have someone waiting for you at home, like a parent or sibling?"

Silence turned the heat off of the stove, starting to scoop out the gel into a plastic container.

"Okay then."

Silence now didn't say anything, continuing her work of transferring the medicine. Once done doing that, she used a spell to cool it down. .

"Hm. I need to test this (censor) thing. Have any scars?" 

"No. I don't give a (censor) about how you got them, I just need to make sure this works." 

(XD wjjfjwjdjwk)

"How do you not know if you have scarring or not?! Gods, you're (beep)ing useless!"

Silence sighed and got a knife out of a drawer. She cut the back of her arm, blood immediately pouring out. It was way too much blood for such a small cut, including that it wasn't a deep cut.

She muttered under her breath and the cut closed up the blood stopping. She grabbed a rag and washed the blood off her arm, leaving behind a thin scar. Some blood had gotten on the floor and on her dress, which Silence didn't notice. Or she didn't care enough to acknowledge.

"Gods, I still can't believe you don't know your own (censor)ing skin," Silence growled, drying her arm off and rubbing some gel onto the scar. The scar faded and disappeared, and Silence slightly smiled. It looked more like a smirk, really, but she seemed happy with the result.

(Mood)

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