Ylva watches, squatting in the corner while she eats something she's brought up with her from the buffet. It may have been a burrito. She licks her fingers clean and wipes them on her pants. Her feet are bare, she's wearing some battered leather armour, there's a sword at her hip, and if you manage to see them under the wild mass of reddish hair, her ears have a definite point to them.
When Ruby stops, Ylva pops the last bit in her mouth and applauds enthusiastically.
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Ylva watches, squatting in the corner while she eats something she's brought up with her from the buffet. It may have been a burrito. She licks her fingers clean and wipes them on her pants. Her feet are bare, she's wearing some battered leather armour, there's a sword at her hip, and if you manage to see them under the wild mass of reddish hair, her ears have a definite point to them.
When Ruby stops, Ylva pops the last bit in her mouth and applauds enthusiastically.