( tl;dr introspection )

Once she had composed herself from the tears, Cloche will find herself sitting on the shore of what was Lake Catheria, not far from where her house with her fake family had been not long ago. She had watched it crumble away, along with the illusions she knew to be her parents. The shoreline is where she'll stay overnight, just watching the waves and thinking about everything that had transpired, putting her fragmented thoughts into a whole thought, placing memories where they should be. Even the chill at night isn't enough to deter her. While she's very obviously in her own world and not really taking notice of those who might be around her, she can be shaken out of it. She'll talk. Perhaps, for as lonely as she is, she's all right with someone pulling her out of what she's feeling, as much as she might not admit it.]

[Being kidnapped for nearly two weeks was not Cloche's ideal vacation from Luceti. Neither was being dropped into a cold fountain in a New Feather dress, for that matter. Had she been unconscious when that happened - and she had been! - she wasn't any longer. Cloche flails and yells - or she thinks she does - and flops around like a fish out of water before realizing where she was. Then... oh, yeah it's cold! Practically leaps out of the water. She'll wrap her arms around herself, and start the trudge back to her room.]



[A little later, once she gets back home and into warmer clothes, she'll be writing in her journal, most strange for her.]

I've been returned.

... the Malnosso have taken my ability to speak. I guess it was for talking back to them while I was in their... "care" for nearly two weeks.

[At least, that would be her guess.]

( cut for some introspection stuff. )

[action]
[After gathering up the food that had spilled in front of Roy's old room in CH4, Cloche might be seen zombie-walking back to her room in CH5, loosely holding a basket full of food. It definitely doesn't look all that great now. To anyone who looks closely, Cloche's eyes are red and puffy, and she's prone to bursts of tears.]



[Written]
[After some time in her room, she'll finally muster up the ability to write something. Speaking about it is too hard right now.]

Roy has gone home to Falena.

[And after a pause in writing:]
If you were in his drama group, and would still like to be, please let me know. I'll try to keep it up as long as I can.

[Well this week had sucked, hadn't it? First Roy didn't remember anything, and now when she definitely needed someone she held close to hear her out after trying to shoot Replekia at the barrier...

Touma was gone.

She hadn't ever been in his room, but when it was devoid of things that would have made it his, with a goodbye/apology from him...?

So she sat on what was his bed and cried. A lot. The Malnosso were taking a toll on her pretty nicely this week, weren't they? If anything else were to happen...


After a little bit of time, and when she had slowed down the crying and gone back to her own room, she cracks open her journal and makes a quick message as best she can:]

Touma Kamijou has... he's left.

[Her voice was starting to crack again, it was best to end that message there.]