[Ayumu's completely relaxed as he carries her inside, head lolling against his shoulder. When Sisi trots up to them, she nods with a smile in greeting to the dog. She lets him deposit her in a chair without the slightest hint of protest, not even to cling to him. Her posture's unusually sloppy as she slumps in the chair, almost like a stringless puppet, her hands clasped loosely on the table's surface. Her face is eerily frozen into a soft, serene smile, her good eye drifting half-closed as if she's feeling drowsy.
It's such a freakish, unnatural state for her to be in compared to her usual lively demeanor that she may as well had her soul ripped out of her. She's lapsed into total silence, much like the soulless shinki do when left to their own devices.
If it hadn't already been evident that something very serious had happened to her, it certainly is now.]
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It's such a freakish, unnatural state for her to be in compared to her usual lively demeanor that she may as well had her soul ripped out of her. She's lapsed into total silence, much like the soulless shinki do when left to their own devices.
If it hadn't already been evident that something very serious had happened to her, it certainly is now.]