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[seaboard]

[ Well she's mildly less insane right now babbling about half mad things, so there is a first good step.

But she's got rather more pressing concerns. ]

If you need food, please let me know. I have extra stores if the initial supplies were not enough. If you are new, please, I am Gilia - and I have been making sure that no one starves overwinter. I plead you to speak with me at your earliest moment so I can ensure you have not been lacking.

[ CAUSE GUESS WHAT, SHE WAS RIGHT, WINTER SUCKS AND NOW YOU KNOW. ]

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[400years]

See you soon, Gilia.

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[seaboard]

[ It does take her a little while, collecting up the stores and bringing it to him, and she organises Geralt to come with her. Though, she leaves him back, given how little he was predisposed to talking to anyone if he could help it.

Knocking on a door, with the crate of goods in her arms. ]

Hello?

[400years]

[Don't mind that the windows to his apartment are blacked out, blankets covering thgm to not let the sun in.

This is normal.]

Hey, doors unlocked, c'mon in.

[Jerry calls, standing back and to the side of the doorway. When it opens he'll, shift away from any sunlight that drapes in through the door.]

Well hello there. Who's your friend?

[Jerry smiles, managing to lean a bit to wave out at Geralt, without directly putting himself in the sun.]

[seaboard]

[ She nods over her shoulder to Geralt, where he so dourly tends the horses. ]

That is Master Geralt. He prefers to keep to himself, most often, so I shall not make him join us but you can be assured he is of good a heart as any. He helps me tend the animals in the farm, as well as help me with deliveries such as these.

[400years]

[Daw, he's good of heart. Very sweet. He nods with a smile, taking in her words as he motions for her to close the door. When the wretched sun is gone he'll step in close to take the crate of goods from her.]

So, what'd you bring me? Seems hefty!

[A chuckle and he's bringing it to set it on the kitchen table.]

Seems like you've out done yourself for me, Gilia.

[seaboard]

[ She smiles as he takes it from her, a happy beaming thing as she pushes her cloak hood back from her face. ]

It is three months of rations for any basic necessities you might require. Additionally, if you do not know how to cook and bake for yourself, I can teach you.

[ Always a helpful one, this one. ]

It is what I worked out would be possible for all of us, so I want to assure you that you are not getting any more or any less than everyone else here. We all stand with one another as much as we can to the strange horrors of the place.

[400years]

[Oh so helpful. Offering to teach him to cook and everything! He chuckles a little, shaking his head.]

Thankfully I can do that much. Promise I know how to do more than reheat Hot Pockets.

[Though usually he didn't bother eating much human food, not that he couldn't. Just didn't do anything for him, still. Nice to have a taste here and there. Or keeping up appearances, not that he cared about that here.]

Right right of course, didn't even consider you'd let me skip out on any meals compared to others, buuuut... well, maybe you could help me a little more.

[Jerry comes around the table, walking slowly towards Gilia.]

You see I need more than just food.

[seaboard]

[ Gilia sees nothing she should worry about, of course. Why should she? The real threats of this place have never been in others, only in the world around them.

So she knits her brows, nodding as he goes along, coming across. ]

Yes, yes of course, tell me, and I will see what I can get to help you?