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No, wait--

[She protests in a mumble, hissing in pain as the movement exacerbates her nausea. She digs her heels into the carpet, but weakly enough that it won't make much of a difference, even to someone barely capable of carrying her along.]

I just want to, I, I-- I need to look at it again.

[ He's going to go and get a pillow from the chair in Arthur's room, followed by closing the door to his. Then he's going to sit with her. ]

That's probably a bad idea.

Does it have a name?

[She tries to turn to look back at the room, but winces, swaying on her feet and very nearly going down again.]

My old home? Yes.

[ That door is staying shut, Misty. ]

Cool.

[She slumps against the nearest piece of furniture, which may or may not be a desk, and may or may not displace the trinkets she'd been looking at earlier.]

What is it?

[ And he may or may not wince but you can't tell with the mask and all. Arthur would feel it later. ]

Carcosa. Hopefully, you never see the real thing.

I'm going to make it in the Enclosure.

[Gripping the edge of the desk in an attempt to stay upright, she sucks in a deep breath.]

... All right. I'm okay.

[She is very much not okay; her head is absolutely killing her and the room is swimming.]

[Pagan's only one floor up; he's there in moments, knocking rapidly on the door.]

Please don't.

[ He's heading for the door to open it, swinging it wide to reveal Misty. ]

Um, then let me look at it again, John.

[She pushes off the desk with her palms, trying to stand upright, but immediately collapses woozily back against it.]

[Pagan groans as he steps inside, going instantly to her, cupping her face in his hands, inspecting her for any bumps or bruises.]

What the fuck.

Care to explain now?

Or you could listen to someone trying to save you grief for five fucking seconds-

[ Huff. Growl. Huff. ]

The mural is disorienting. Apparently, I put a little too much of myself into the painting.

She didn't hit anything, just crumpled to the ground. I dragged her out and closed the door.

I'm going to make it in the Enclosure.

[She repeats, her eyes dazed and unfocused as she tries to look at Pagan. There are no bumps or bruises in evidence, but something is definitely disorienting her, and she quickly switches to leaning on him rather than leaning on the desk.]

I wasn't finished looking at it yet.

Ah, well, that explains exactly nothing, but telling her not to do something is going to make her want to do it more.

[He puts an arm around her.]

Come along, darling. I'm taking you to mine to rest.

[ Fine. Then he'll ignore Misty and look to Pagan. ]

I'm sorry. I genuinely didn't know it would affect her that way.

We can talk more about it once she's... resting.

Oh, he's not explaining it right.

[She scoffs quietly, shuffling forward and letting her eyes drift shut.]

It was mesmerizing.

Yes, darling, so is a lava lamp, but you shouldn't stick your fucking hand in it. Now, hold tight and I'll carry you.

[He glances to John.]

Get the door for me, hm? Thank you for calling me.

[ He floats over to get the door. ]

We should probably talk later. Do you need me to help with the door once you get there?

I'm fine, Pagan. I'm just a little dizzy!

[Except she's practically slurring her words, and when he goes to lift her, she doesn't resist at all. Curling an arm around his shoulders, she goes boneless against him, hanging on tight.

It's sort of nice, being carried. Not that she'll ever admit that out loud.]

Yes, thank you. Come along and help, if you please.

[He lifts her easily and holds her against him, walking to the door, addressing her softly.]

You're going to sleep and you're not going to raise a fuss at me about it and we'll certainly be talking about this when you're back to your proper self.

[ John closes the door behind him and floats along with them. ]

If it helps, we were having a pretty decent discussion before this happened.

Stop talking about me like I'm not here!

[Misty says, her voice muffled against Pagan's shirt.]

And walk-- walk slowly. My head is killing me.

[He shifts his arm a little to cradle her head.] The faster we get there, the faster we can get you in bed. And don't whine at him - you need to be resting.

[He glances to John's form.]

Do I need to get outside help for her?

No. It should wear off within an hour, if that.

[ And to Misty- ]

I wasn't talking about you like you weren't here, Misty. I thought you'd agree.

Well, that remains to be seen. We'll see how I feel "within the hour".

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