"I-I'm not sure that's strictly true." She scrubs at her face with the heel of her hand, and then with the front of her cloak, the latter of which definitely does a better job.
She's in her plain red cloak, now. Her own, not the one that looks like Summer Rose's. Crescent Rose is cleaned, now, but it isn't strapped back across her lower back.
In some ways, these things are progress. In others, they've been spurred just as much by her being hard on herself for hurting Maeve's body as they are anything else.
"A-Anyway. You're back now. That's... that's the important thing."
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"I-I'm not sure that's strictly true." She scrubs at her face with the heel of her hand, and then with the front of her cloak, the latter of which definitely does a better job.
She's in her plain red cloak, now. Her own, not the one that looks like Summer Rose's. Crescent Rose is cleaned, now, but it isn't strapped back across her lower back.
In some ways, these things are progress. In others, they've been spurred just as much by her being hard on herself for hurting Maeve's body as they are anything else.
"A-Anyway. You're back now. That's... that's the important thing."