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and someone none the wiser is very confused

[skulltasm]

YOU KNOW... TEREN. MATURE WOMAN? SCARS? ALWAYS LOOKS LIKE SHE BIT INTO A RAW ONION?

[assistente]

Yes-- Yes, yes, I know who--

[The blanket he was clutching has been lost from his hands now, and it would not be right to snatch it up again. Much as he wants to. Salvio looks around with great urgency, but there are no others who seem to be listening to this-- this-- whatever this is.]

You are mistaken. Please.

[skulltasm]

REALLY? IS THERE A TEREN LOOKALIKE AROUND, THEN?

[assistente]

What? No! I mean to say, if there is, I do not--

[Salvio rubs a hand over his face. Then he pushes a hand through his hair. His fingers are trembling, a little.]

There has been some mistake, is what I mean. Surely there has been some mistake. A-- A, an incident in the past that you have confused--or, well, not confused, but-- Not to place blame, or-- but you are confused. Surely. Pleased. [Wait, no--] Er, please. That is. Please.

[skulltasm]

KIND OF HARD TO MISREAD BEING PLACED IN SOMEONE'S BED AND TUCKED IN ALL SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG, SALLY.

[ The skull tilts, almost cutely. ]

I SUPPOSE I COULD LIE TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER?

[assistente]

No. I don't want a lie, I only want--

[He puts his head in his hands. It does not help or--do anything, really. Muffled:]

How does this happen? To me?

[skulltasm]

PERHAPS BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST SO CUTE.
[ aka easy to needle ]

[assistente]

[He huffs a laugh, also muffled.]

Please.

[Wallowing only a moment, Salvio pushes his thumbs into his eyes and rubs them. The sensation of squashing his eyeballs is pleasantly painful. Then he sits up.]

In any case, now that we have... [??] solved this mystery. Of how you came to be here. Is there somewhere, I might, um-- take you?

[skulltasm]

ANYWHERE OTHER THAN HERE OR THE LATRINE WILL DO FINE, DEAR.