After the Admiral gets everyone back on the ship, Gortys goes back to looking for her friends and family. Rhys needs her help. And she hasn't seen him in all the time they'd been on the same island together.
She knocks at his door in the aforementioned 20 minutes, holding a book and like three cups of coffee for him.
"Hi, Rhys." She greets him, wheeling into his room and setting everything down in a pile in the middle of the room.
"Er. No, I'm not. They're for you. I noticed in the mornings when you first wake up you have to refuel and you're better after it, so hey - more human drinking fuel can't hurt, right?"
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She knocks at his door in the aforementioned 20 minutes, holding a book and like three cups of coffee for him.
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"Hey, Gortys."
The smile falters a little at the book, but returns when he sees the coffees.
"You gonna drink all of those yourself?"
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"Er. No, I'm not. They're for you. I noticed in the mornings when you first wake up you have to refuel and you're better after it, so hey - more human drinking fuel can't hurt, right?"