>"Better than street."
>Sit heavily.
>"Thanks."
>Place head in hands. Is this how we felt when we found our way out of Spiderville?
>You flop down on the stool and thank the rabbit who delivered it. A faint trace of a smile briefly graces her face.
>Then you bury your head in your hands, rubbing gently at your forehead. This still isn't as bad as it was back when you were first diseased, thankfully; if you were in that kind of state now, you doubt you'd even be capable of holding this conversation, let alone making it back to Yuuka's again afterward. That... still doesn't feel all that hopeful right now, to be honest. Another three days of hiking. Three days, in this state?
>At some point, you hear footsteps approaching from your right; they're rather close before you even notice them and you're not sure how much time has passed while you were waiting. You look up to see the gatekeeper trailing behind a shorter rabbit in voluminous yellow slacks; one could compare them unflatteringly to a pair of bananas, but her bearing makes it clear she's the one in charge. She adjust the brim of her cap and gives you a once-over.
>"So, I hear you've got some life or death situation involving a flower?" Her tone is clearly skeptical.
