A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
"Yeah. Makes sense. I guess - her and Valentine aren't exactly the most pressing problems around, but they're the only ones I feel like I have any ability to work on."
"I think it'll be good for Elizabeth if her alternate universe selves are in better shape. You can provide - perspective and advice and so on."
"I mean, I can try. I'm kind of surprised they're listening to me as much as they are, given - everything."
"You're notably better at - being sensible, I guess - than almost everyone here. I think that's mostly because most of them are really embroiled in their personal romantic dramas and Valentine is still kind of expecting to die the second someone is annoyed at her about something. But still. It stands out. I have no idea what anyone else will say about anything at all but you'll mostly be doing something that's straightforwardly a good idea, in a reasonable way. 's not weird they'd listen."
"Been sort of figuring I shouldn't try to help either of them because I'm a stranger. And a man. I know Earth's not Osirion but - it does actually feel like it ought to matter even if people have fewer rules about it."
"I'm not sure whether it does or not. Maybe I can try getting a better sense of how their home cultures are different from Elizabeth's."
"Yeah, I know. You're doing good, I think. Like - probably most people here feel better that you're here than they would if you weren't."
"Gosh. I'm not sure even Queen Elizabeth has that much of a vote of confidence."
And it is at this point that the Karen from Hell starts screaming.
She appears to be in the process of telekinetically ripping her own femur out.
She's not capable of processing words even when she's not in the middle of ripping her own femur out. She does note that the telepathy is new. She's not really able to make plans about it because almost all of her is focused on the agony inherent in harvesting pieces of herself.
She rips the bone out and sets it down on the grass beside her. She's still screaming. There's so much blood. She thinks she's probably going to pass out very soon, and then it won't hurt as much when she wakes up, which will be better.
"That's not a light wound," he snaps. He is ripping a long strip off his shirt.
"I don't have a better one. People usually don't die after they got magical healing, though, even if it didn't fully patch them up, long as they're not injured again. - don't tourniquet it, not when she's stable -"
She's lying here whimpering and waiting to pass out. She's confused about why this isn't happening.
"The pain's not your biggest problem anyway. If she worsens it she's gonna die and she's telekinetic so we can't hold her still."
"I realize this. Shut up -"
He tries sending concepts, not words. It is very important she lie still. If she does not do this, she will ...she will leave this place and go back to the place where she was before and they might not be able to get her back.
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