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[preciouspearl]

[Pearl Fey’s emotions don’t always show easily, but when they do, they’re usually related to ships Maya Fey. And while there are exceptions, today’s not one of them. The sullen, sad look that crosses her face today is definitely caused by circumstances involving her favorite cousin - as well as their roommate, Mr. Armando.

Anyway, she’s sitting on a bench in what looks like a hospital corridor. That’s already bad news, isn’t it? She frowns very deeply (pretzels drooping) and shakes her head sadly at the camera.]

Mystic Maya and Mr. Armando became very sick yesterday. We got them to the doctors safely, but...

[After a moment’s pause, she shakes her head fiercely from side to side!] I’m going to do my best to help the doctors make sure they’re comfortable! I’m still very -- [sneeze!] -- I’m still mostly healthy, and I’m going to stay by their side until they get better.

… Um, does anybody know about Mr. Armando’s pet kitty? and Mystic Maya’s bird! Vladimir and Artemis need to be fed, but I can’t go between the apartment and the hospital by myself. The plants need to be watered, too! [Someone please help a fretting girl out.]

[And then, drooping again, before she shuts off the video.] Poor Mystic Maya... poor Mr. Armando. I should have been more alert...

[Later, post-video, in Maya and Godot's room.]
[After making that announcement so those who know Mr. Armando and Maya will be in the know, Pearl’s going to be in their room watching over them worriedly. She tugs on blankets and sniffles, then perches herself on a chair and watches them with a frown

Please get better soon 8CCCC]

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[preciouspearl]

You look very tired too, Mr. Jake. [She looks up at him with a worried frown. She doesn't look too sick just yet, just very, very worried about Maya and Mr. Armando.]

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[cowboycop]

[He sort of crouches down on the floor beside her chair. No sense in hovering up above her - and it probably is best if he does rest a little bit, he's been on his feet ever since they got them both to the hospital.]

Naw, I ain't that tired. Don't you worry 'bout me, bambina.

[preciouspearl]

If Mystic Maya were awake, she'd worry about you too! Please take care of yourself.

[cowboycop]

And I'd tell her that she would need to stop worryin' so much, and work on feelin' better. Just like I'm tellin' you the same thing, bambina. [He gently pats her pretzels head again, this time with a small smile. He hides a bit of a cough behind his arm.]

Don't you worry, all right, darlin'? I'll take care of myself, but I gotta make sure Diego an', er, "Mystic Maya" are taken care of too. They can't speak fer themselves, so I get to talk fer 'em, see? [Easy way to explain such a complicated term as "Medical Power of Attorney" to Pearl, but hey, you've got to start somewhere.]