[ ah, just where she thought she'd find him. she quietly drops a hysterically out of place fruity cocktail on a nearby counter and lets out a tired breath, scrubbing her hair. her own thoughts are simply gray and washed out, the perpetual exhaustion of friday's bleaching out whatever anger she might have had. good thing she took the long way here because someone sure doesn't need the angry hawk shrieks right now.
otherwise she places a gentle hand on the alfyn, tugging at him gently so he'll come lean on her instead of being a solid ball of misery ]
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otherwise she places a gentle hand on the alfyn, tugging at him gently so he'll come lean on her instead of being a solid ball of misery ]