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TAKSHAKA

[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.

Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.

The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

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[ohhh wow I did not need that, not quite fainting but her knees do give at that, h-hello floor]

[ WHY THIS ]

Robin...!

[ dropping to her knees by Robin's side. ]

I'm— [coughs, her voice hoarse] —okay...

[but she's still shuddering and incredibly hot, if you happen to touch her]

[ she does check by touching Robin's cheek (thankfully she wiped most of Swan's blood off her hands) and yanks it back immediately. ]

You should lay down.

Game's not... over yet...

It is for you. D-Don't be like Swan.

[ Sparrow tries to ease Robin down to the ground. ]

[chuckles shakily at that remark]

Hah... fine...

We'll win, and you'll be okay, so hang in there!

Mm... thank you, Sparrow. Don't be like Swan either.

I won't be. Cross my heart.

Good...

[o-oh no, I AM HERE WITH YOU ROBIN D|]

[I'M COOL

WELL NO THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF HER TEMPERATURE RIGHT NOW BUT HEY, NOT UNCONSCIOUS OR BLEEDING]

[I'M NOT SURE IF THAT COUNTS AS ANYTHING GOOD, but she'll ... do her best to at least try to be comforting.]

[yes, just having them close is good enough '^'d PLEASE DON'T DIE TEAM]

[quickly stepping over and reaching for her to try to steady her with his remaining hand]

What happened?

Burning...

[she touches her own throat, shaking, and panicking a little, but the fever is at least keeping her from a total freak out]

You're feverish.

But it looks like you're not too badly hurt.

[RELIEVED. At least she didn't have to cut a hand off or something!]

Not... bad. No...

[coherence is a little difficult right now, but this a thing she'll push herself to say]

Don't hurt Amalthea... please.

Ah...?

All right. Not Amalthea.

[he glances at the mirror showing the other teams' columns]

And not Epona.

[she nods, easily accepting that]

Thanks...

[awkwardly squeezes her shoulder]

We'll have words.

... Later.

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