She's been scoping out buildings for her future business venture (and looking for Katniss, but scoping out buildings is a much better excuse than aimlessly wandering about her district looking for her favorite problem child) when she notices Turlough lying on the ground. She eyes him for a moment before moving closer, almost about to ask what in the living hell he's doing, before Effie notices the look in his eyes.
Something's not right.]
Can you speak?
[As she carefully lowers herself to the ground, ignoring the cold to gently touch his shoulder, shaking him a bit.]
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Unluckily for Turlough, Effie lives in Freyr.
She's been scoping out buildings for her future business venture (and looking for Katniss, but scoping out buildings is a much better excuse than aimlessly wandering about her district looking for her favorite problem child) when she notices Turlough lying on the ground. She eyes him for a moment before moving closer, almost about to ask what in the living hell he's doing, before Effie notices the look in his eyes.
Something's not right.]
Can you speak?
[As she carefully lowers herself to the ground, ignoring the cold to gently touch his shoulder, shaking him a bit.]
Turlough?