Bella wakes up in the hospital.
She is not critically low on gem clarity, so she has the next two hours to herself to think as long as she doesn't make noise, which she doesn't, and foxes all the monitors attached to her real quick before they beep, which she does; she could go out the window but she has no plans for this loop which require her to skip town. She clicks her heels together and gets into her costume and pulls out a notebook to organize her itinerary.
She wouldn't give you a lecture or anything! There's a war on, there are way more important priorities!
Protecting Doriath. Protecting me, because I'm her daughter. Keeping people safe from the Enemy.
Including things like whether there's a reason for the laws being the way they are in my world, but whether there is or isn't my mother'd never ever hurt someone over it.
I will believe you about whether throwing rocks is on the table, at least.
You're a very good singer and will attract attention but probably not upset attention and probably not fluff attention as long as you don't do a song with magical effects.
Okay. I'll definitely just do a nonmagical song and I can do one I'm not very good at.
You are still going to be noticeably good for a random singing woman in a park but that might help a little.
She is, in fact, astonishingly good for a random singing lady in a park.
Some people offer her money. She accepts it eagerly and beams at them.
Well, if we ever get split up and you don't have a wad of counterfeit on you, you can busk.
I'd kinda like to get dinner and then be out of the rain but I'm fine if you'd do better with longer among trees.
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