[voice]

[70ftandcounting]

[Rapunzel's voice comes across the journals, fairly cheerful but just as last time, there's hints of maturity and somberness mixed in.]

Tammy, I've got everything ready that I need to paint your room. Is there a good time that you'd like me to come?

[A pause.]

I extend the offer to anyone else, as well. I'm...pretty good at painting, so if anyone would like their room brightened up a bit, please -- let me know. I'd be more than happy to help. Just let me know what you'd like, and I will do the best I can to make sure that it's what you want.

Comments

[audio]

[needsnobottle]

Great. Yes. I'll be here. [Oh god she's nervous and babbling stupid mouth.]

If you get here and...you know, just knock and come in, okay?

[Because Tammy still isn't moving that quickly, or that much. Just getting cleaned up might wear her out and...really this is a just in case.]

[audio]

[70ftandcounting]

[Don't be nervous! It's just Rapunzel!]

Sure, no problem.

[She waits the allotted time, then heads on over, gently tapping at the door.]

Tammy?

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy's managed to get herself cleaned up, the bandage changed--that hurt--and dressed again. She's shivering a bit from the cold water and her hair is wet and spikey. She jams her hands through it and pats it down as best she can, bracing a hand on the wall to make it to the door and open it. Her smile is crooked and she's still terribly pale, but she's standing!]

Hey Rapunzel. Come on in.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

[She slips on into the room, then nearly drops everything that she's holding with a soft cry.]

Tammy! What happened to you?!

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

[Oh god don't drop anything Rapunzel, Tammy isn't really spry and it wouldn't be easy helping you pick it all up. She keeps a hand on the wall as she shrugs and waves a hand.

Yeah trying to claim this isn't a big deal won't really work.]

That whole dog thing. I was kinda in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

[She looks horrified.]

Couldn't...couldn't Sycora help you?!

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

Oh yeah! Yeah, she did.

[She's shuffled a bit back to give Rapunzel more room to come in, and shifts so that all of her weight is on her good leg, bracing her shoulder and back against the wall.]

She got the curse off of me, before I could hurt anyone. And she fixed up my leg as best she could but...there was a lot of muscle damage. And apparently I kept trying to walk on it. Lost a lot of blood.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

[She tries to keep her face from crumpling.]

Oh Tammy, I'm so sorry.

[If she hadn't cut her hair, she could have helped.]

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

[Oh Rapunzel don't make that face you'll make Tammy cry. Or fluster her. Or BOTH.]

Hey, it's okay. [She reaches out and catches Rapunzel's hand for a squeeze, nodding back toward the room.] I didn't hurt anyone and I survived, which were the main worries. And I know to keep that book with me all the time now. Lesson learned.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

I...I could've...

[She looks devastated.]

But -- my hair is gone...I can't--

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

[It hadn't even occurred to Tammy that Rapunzel would've been able to do this, and so it's no work at all for her to start reassuring Rapunzel not to feel guilty.]

You did what was best for you, Rapunzel, and I'm glad. You needed to get out from underneath your hair, and everything that it represented to you. I wouldn't trade your happiness for my leg, wouldn't even dream of it.

[Tammy's gonna just. Hug Rapunzel a little at this point. You know, it's one-armed and she kind of leans a little more heavily than she should, but she's going to reassure Rapunzel if it kills her.]

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

B-but--

[She could've helped. It had been purely selfish, cutting her hair like that, and now she's seeing the repercussions of it. What if someone was in more trouble, and she was the only one around?

She's looking fairly crushed as she's hugged, but she returns it best she can.]

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

Aw Ray.

[Okay it's not a perfect nickname but Rah sounds like an Egyptian deity and Ray fits her better. She's a little bit of sunshine, and Tammy feels bad that she's put a cloud across the other girl's features like this. She squeezes Rapunzel a bit tighter.]

It'll all be okay, I promise.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

[She can't help it. She wants to help, feels like she could have -- but can't. It's all she can do to keep from bursting into tears.]

Are...are you sure?

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

Absolutely certain.

[Tammy wasn't sure before but now she is DETERMINED to get her leg working well again. At least to the point where walking doesn't hurt anymore, if only to make sure Rapunzel doesn't look so sad whenever they're together.]

Come on, come in. I have some snacks stashed.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

...A-alright.

[So long as Tammy is sure....Rapunzel is doubtful and not feeling so good, but...what else can be done?]

What did you bring?

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

Mostly stuff that wouldn't go bad, as well as some apples and oranges since they'll keep a little longer.

[Tammy pulls out a rough bowl--she hadn't managed a great carving but it held her snacks, anyway, lined with a bit of linen that might have been a shirt or just material she'd grabbed from the clothier. She sifts through, and there's some nuts and and crackers as well.]

Not a ton, or much variety, sorry. I wasn't sure about hoarding anything like jam in here.

[commentlog]

[70ftandcounting]

Oh...that's a good idea. [Fruit spoiling is unpleasant. She does know at that much. It has happened before when she wasn't paying attention.]

It's all right. Thank you for bringing something, period. It...that was kind of you.

[commentlog]

[needsnobottle]

Oh, well, you know... [Tammy shrugs a bit here but smiles, putting the offerings down on the bed with a motion to indicate that Rapunzel should help herself.]

I like doing nice things for you.