[Medea'd almost reached the point where she suspected Homura wouldn't return her call at all, curling back up on the bed before she finally called back.]

...just be careful.

Don't worry about the doll, she can take care of herself.

There's- a notebook and sketchbook under my bed. The...oddly shaped pillow and the Golden Fleece- it's hidden under the sofa cushions, that's- if you can just make sure they're safe, that's enough.

[She won't ask Homura to bring them to her, that would be asking too much. And evidently, in her current state, sensible things like clothes and toiletries hadn't come to mind just yet.

If Homura cared to cared to look at the items in question- the notebook was a bound leather journal detailing her potion brewing studies and the rituals and magic she'd encountered in Avalon so far; the sketchbook only had one picture, a half finished pencil sketch of a man with stern, yet kind eyes; and the pillow she meant was...well, a pillow shaped like a chest and an arm. That was a fairly recent addition to her collection of items.]

Ngh...

[That was something of an incoherent sleepy mumble.]