[She doesn't bother sending a follow-up message, instead putting her Syntrofos and clothes in her inventory and shifting. As usual, she arrives quickly, dropping down out of the sky, shifting back and re-equipping her clothes in a moment.
[Outside, she may see a giant rosebud in the garden with a grow lamp fixed on it, which is Cassius rooted and trying to recuperate. Other than the fireplace crackling inside, the property is quiet and cold.
When she arrives, Eli is working on a large charcoal art piece which is probably quite indicative of his mental state, as is his state of dress. Eli is usually dressed to the nines in some gothic getup and littered with silver jewelry and gemstones, even if his outfit is more casual. Today, he only wears a black hoodie and sweatpants, and his only jewelry is the permanent stuff in his face and the one amethyst ring from his sister that he always wears. If his hands and clothing were not black to begin with, the charcoal stains would be obvious, but there is a smear of it on his cheek, too.
As he hears Northly's voice, he rises urgently from his drawing desk and pads over to her with uneven steps, between prosthetic foot and sock foot.]
Hey.
[He looks at her with equal measures of tired sadness and deep concern, then draws her into a hug.]
[She frowns, not entirely sure how to answer that.
She's different to when he last saw her, an extra eye on each of her cheeks and her forehead, and where her cheeks were red, now they're blue. Circling her neck is layered scales, ringed to protect her from where... Her thoughts hit a wall. She can't remember. So instead she says.]
I am happy to see you. [Which is most certainly true, and she hugs him, squeezing him tightly.]
[Eli's brow knits together with concern as he sees those extra eyes; he'd seen something similar on Brickston's face recently from over-exposure to Katalyth. He wonders what she's been through.
He hugs her tightly, for a long time, petting the curls at the back of her head. He's soothed by the warmth of their imprint.]
I think so. I cannot remember precisely, but it is a simple matter to freeze a heart or brain, and their actions required such measures. ["A simple matter" she says, like anyone can do it.]
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[She hesitates, then erases the message before sending it. Instead replying with:]
I would like to see you. May I visit?
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She sticks her head through the doorway.] Eli?
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When she arrives, Eli is working on a large charcoal art piece which is probably quite indicative of his mental state, as is his state of dress. Eli is usually dressed to the nines in some gothic getup and littered with silver jewelry and gemstones, even if his outfit is more casual. Today, he only wears a black hoodie and sweatpants, and his only jewelry is the permanent stuff in his face and the one amethyst ring from his sister that he always wears. If his hands and clothing were not black to begin with, the charcoal stains would be obvious, but there is a smear of it on his cheek, too.
As he hears Northly's voice, he rises urgently from his drawing desk and pads over to her with uneven steps, between prosthetic foot and sock foot.]
Hey.
[He looks at her with equal measures of tired sadness and deep concern, then draws her into a hug.]
Are you okay?
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She's different to when he last saw her, an extra eye on each of her cheeks and her forehead, and where her cheeks were red, now they're blue. Circling her neck is layered scales, ringed to protect her from where... Her thoughts hit a wall. She can't remember. So instead she says.]
I am happy to see you. [Which is most certainly true, and she hugs him, squeezing him tightly.]
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He hugs her tightly, for a long time, petting the curls at the back of her head. He's soothed by the warmth of their imprint.]
Me too. I missed you.
[He doesn't let go.]
I'm... I'm sorry.
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[He mumbles this, sounding awkward, almost like a child being made to apologize for something, but it's clear he does feel remorse and grief.]
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He sighs, slumping against her a bit.]
Did you at least give them hell?
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