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Kind, perhaps. It is a small gesture that will do little to assuage his suffering, she fears, but she smiles nonetheless at the comment, pushing her hair behind her ear. "We take care of each other here," the Shield replies with a shrug. "Especially with LongNight coming. Are you... going to be here, for the week? Or in Torchline?"
The offer of help is a surprise to the girl. Glancing at the comforter, she considers a moment before shrugging. "If you like. There's not much left, but to put these away once they dry." She gestures to the sheets that dance like ghosts upon the wind. "Did you wind up speaking to Safrin? How did that go?"
