[ voice | private ]
[ a little hesitantly, she switches the communicator over to private. she doesn't want-- what she thinks was her death... the faint memory of a feeling like falling asleep, and fainter still the beep of the machines--
she doesn't want that for everyone to hear. ]
It's me, it's Euphemia. I'm... you're probably surprised to hear from me, sister. But it's really me.