[ He's far more willing to pilfer than she is! Then again, she has a feeling that once she really understands the rules behind what's going on, she'll have greater confidence in handling herself in these settings — er, levels. Whatever they were. With the hunt for a linen closet on pause as he slips off into a room off the hall, reappearing with a... something linen? That it could be a pillowcase doesn't register until he's holding it out to her, offering up the clean part.
Chihiro reaches out, startling herself into motion again. ]
Thank you. Um... do we need to worry about eating?
[ Or anything else, if the time in here versus not in here is variable? If none of this level is precisely real, does she need to worry about those things? Chihiro rubs at her lower lip with the pillowcase, leaving a streak of black across its surface. Kind of like a sad, unloved fuzzy caterpillar, the ink resigned to its fate. She manages to get most the ink off her face, leaving her skin rubbed red from the effort. ]
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Chihiro reaches out, startling herself into motion again. ]
Thank you. Um... do we need to worry about eating?
[ Or anything else, if the time in here versus not in here is variable? If none of this level is precisely real, does she need to worry about those things? Chihiro rubs at her lower lip with the pillowcase, leaving a streak of black across its surface. Kind of like a sad, unloved fuzzy caterpillar, the ink resigned to its fate. She manages to get most the ink off her face, leaving her skin rubbed red from the effort. ]
Or drinking water or anything like that?