Private Whispers of the Mind

Michi bit her tongue (well, at least interally.) "Nothing! Don't mind it; I'm just overthinking," she told her friend. Lizzy didn't seem to worried about it so it was probably not something Michi should worry too much about either. "Let's just worry about finding that way out." Another few minutes later, the student lounge finally came into view and relief washed over Michi but just as it did, she felt another wave of physical sensation. Almost like Lizzy was phasing out of her body. But this time she kept quiet on it, not wanting to make Lizzy think about it even more. Surely, Lizzy noticed that too. "I can find my way back from here, don't worry about me,," she told her friend. How lost can she probably get from outside the forest after all. "How lost can I get from here, right?" Michi added, trying to find some humor in the situation.

One hour was a long wait. Michi couldn't focus on her studies with Lizzy unconscious so other than she had kept spacing out of her readings, she couldn't really quite practice now that she had a collateral in her room. Of course, she had safety measures in place, but it wasn't like she calculated the presence of a guest. So instead of focusing on work, she just went around tracing a few basic runes in the air to check if she'd memorized them well, then check on Lizzy on intervals. Which eventually lead to now: "O-Oh, you're up." First thing Lizzy would have noticed was that Michi was sitting next to her on the bed, a nondescript plate on hand and a brush with paint on it that seemed to be aimed at Lizzy's face. It wasn't like Michi was immune to the impulses brought by her head voices.

"Maybe?" Michi had her lips pressed together, almost as if trying to hide a guilty smile from her friend. It wasn't as if she could actually lie. Besides, it was body paint that she had hoarded for personal use and was perfectly safe on the skin. Lizzy could just wash it off fine.