week two - sunday, post execution (lief)

[eisenundblut]

[It's hours later by the time Prussia returns to their shared hut, still covered in Austria's blood. It's dried by now, at least, so she's not tracking (real) blood into their hut. Their poor hut has seen enough hallucinated blood without adding any real blood to it. There's blood dried in a stripe across her stomach, too; the clean sword she's holding loosely in her left hand probably has something to do with it.]

Hey.

[She just sounds tired as she enters the hut and sits down on the edge of the bed. There's no sign of her usual careless flop or loud complaining about how tired or hungry she is. She's a great roommate if you like loud people?? But right now, she's not very loud at all. Her back is straight with military precision as she methodically starts untying her boots.]

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[reidentify]

[As soon as Prussia enters, Lief sits up—this isn't an encounter he was looking forward to (because oh, does the guilt make it hard to look at Prussia in the eye), but it's one he needs to have.

And above all, he's worried about her. He takes in a breath, and though there are so many things he could ask or say, he goes for the direct route. Prussia wouldn't appreciate platitudes or talking around the subject, he thinks.]

... Prussia. [...] I know you do not want to talk about it, most likely, but—please be honest. I will not ask if you are all right [because he knows she isn't, no matter what she might say] but... are you able to hold yourself together?