The dead-weight of a porcelain doll rested with them, their sleeping form dragging behind the crew almost reluctantly.   You weren’t sure why they seek a cure to their physical ailment, the constant exhaustion clinging to their glass bones and hollow muscles: sometimes it seems like they didn’t even care themselves.   But despite that, they trailed along— perhaps more motivated than what meets the eye, though the ever-looming threats would keep anyone from a restful sleep, especially someone so delicate living in a wasteland like this.   You’d be bothered to ask, but they seem to have already set up camp for the night; even gracious enough to roll out a pillow for you!   PERSONALITY:   Pro’s: Loving, clingy, affectionate, thoughtful, relaxed, non-judgmental, good listener (they don’t like to expel the effort to talk, preferring to listen to everyone bicker like it’s a podcast).   Cons: Lazy, unmotivated, needy, naive, short-sighted when it comes to the future, easily distracted.

Young, child-like voice heavily encouraged!

“Ahhh!’ (Big yawn!) 

“Keep it down, will you?” (Tired, grumpy and child-like.) 

“So loud.. Can someone tell Lucy to stop screaming like he just took down the dragon?” (Grumpy groan.) 

“..Don’t know why he had to kill the boar, it was just playing!” (Pouting, slightly upset.) 

‘’..Huu! Huu!” (Sickly cough) 

“M’fine! God, you’re such a mother-hen!” (Annoyed.) 

“..S’okay, Gramps already started a fire ‘fer me.” (Tired, slightly sickly tone.) 

“..You can’t stop me from going to the Empyrean, I'm coming along, whether you like it or not.” (Annoyed, determined.) 

“Cuh! Cuh!’’ (Another sickly cough.) 

“You know, dad use to tell me that sclepius fruit could heal anything..” (Hoarse in the beginning from her coughing but becomes more mischievous.) 

“Maybe if we slip some into the food stash, we could help the stick wedged up Lucy-boys be-hind.” (Snickering, mischevious and childish.)