[ Alina doesn't expect much from her cellmates, and for the most part she's happy to be left alone. They are all in prison after all. And with deep circles cut under her eyes and a lack of truly restful sleep for weeks now, hours pass before Alina's fuzzy mind really grabs onto something being off about Ciri. It's not that she doesn't care about her cellmate (it's the opposite really). But Alina doesn't know her, and compassion is a strange thing, sometimes offered more to trap you than be kind. Having had very few people to rely on in her life, Alina guesses Ciri might want to work through whatever is troubling her on her own.
She at least has to eat though. That is what finally gets her to act. ]
Ciriβ [ Her voice is soft and low as she climbs just the first couple rungs of the ladder of their bunk so she can pop her head up over the mattress. ] Are you sick?
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She at least has to eat though. That is what finally gets her to act. ]
Ciriβ [ Her voice is soft and low as she climbs just the first couple rungs of the ladder of their bunk so she can pop her head up over the mattress. ] Are you sick?