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[Vash felt pretty crummy this morning when he woke up and realized he had once again fallen in love with another girl. Every year! How does he fall for it every year!? Oh man, he just knows Meryl is going to yell at him big time for this. Maybe he should just get it all out of the way, but man, she's sleeping in really late today.

He taps gently on her room door and peeks his head in.] Meryl? Are you up? Listen I- [Empty. Her room is completely empty. It couldn't really be empty could it? After spending almost a week in love and kissing the wrong person, she couldn't really be gone. Could she?

But the room is still empty. Quietly he'll find the Milly, Wolfwood, and Amelia if they're home to let them know before making a voice announcement.]

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For anyone that knew her, I'm sorry. Meryl was sent back home. It's alright, she was in a very safe place there.

[Vash will be visiting Good Spirits shortly after. Wanting to let the workers there know of her return home in case they missed his message. Anyone who wants to find Vash can find him there, at the flower shop, or at home, but not the bakery today.]

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[She's feeling so utterly wretched and miserable that him telling her it's okay to cry just makes her sob more, burrowing her face against his neck and clinging to him.]

I just-

Nico it hurts. I just I can't stop- Meryl's gone and we're not there with her and she's all alone and Mr. Vash is trying to smile and- and-

[She takes another deep breath, quietly wishing she had a hanky because she's getting his collar all wet and that's just awful, and then another, this time catching the scent of tobacco on his clothes, the smell of his soap and his skin and she wonders how quickly he could vanish too, and how he could just disappear one day and not- not be anything except that man they buried back in Carcasses and-

Her stomach lurches and she pushes herself away from him.]

I need a bucket.

Here--

[He gets up and retrieves the trashbin nearby, offering it to her quickly; this is all just stressing her out more and making her sick, and he hates that there's nothing much he can do about it. But what he does know is he'll do his damnedest to make them feel better.]

[For a moment Milly just stays there, breathing in deeply through her mouth, each exhale releasing shakily as she leans over the trash bin. She feels wretched, and reaches for his hand, holding it as tightly as she can when she finds it.]

Stupid, stupid, stupid! I hate being sick, I hate being useless like this. I'm sorry.

[It seems that maybe it was just a false alarm, her stomach's calming a big but she doesn't want to jinx it and take the bucket away.]

We're all useless, Milly, you don't have to feel bad about that. [A smile, as he messes her hair a little with his hand.] You've had a crappy day; just rest up until you're feeling better. And don't think you gotta' do anything other than that. Got it?

[Not moving the trashcan away, she leans against him and reaches for his hand.]

Is Mr. Vash doing okay? He shouldn't really be left alone, it feels just awful when-

[She stops herself, rubbing her thumb over Wolfwood's knuckles. She doesn't want to bring that up, not now.]

I love you Nico.

I know you do. [He returns the gesture, rubbing her thumb softly.] I know. I love you, too, big girl.

[After a few more deep breaths, she finally feels like the nausea has passed enough for her to lower her bucket and look at her husband. Her face might be pale, but the sad smile she offers him is genuine.]

I miss Meryl.

... Me, too. [A sigh.] We all do.

But she'll be back, sooner or later--we can't seem to stay gone long, around here.

[Sniffle]

I'd really like it if nobody went away at all, especially not my precious people.

If any of your precious people left, they'd be back in no time. After all, you're too charming to stay away from for long.

[For a moment, she wants to ask him to promise to come back if he goes away, after all he's the most precious person she has left here now, but how can she ask him to promise that?

If he goes away, he'll be dead.

That thought is a sobering one, and she lets the bucket drop to the floor so she can hug him.]

[He returns the hug without hesitation, staring quietly over her shoulder to the window.]

... It'll all be alright, Milly.

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