[se] the nuance of your song

Anju

Don't come over, don't get too close to me
And dear god don't be too good to me

Though Anju has held the desire to see Lena for some time, it's purely a coincidence that their paths cross on this day. Anju has received similar reports of the newly infected crows; it seems citizens are divided on whether to let Lena and her Celestine ilk handle the problem or to have the Dragoons wipe them out. Riya is uncharacteristically focused and mannered at her side with the mission in mind, but as soon as she lays eyes on Lena, her head shoots up and she ambles across the remaining distance to butt her head into the caretaker's hip without so much as a howdy-do.

Sighing quietly but resigning herself to Riya's distraction, Anju follows in her wake, though she keeps half of her attention on the crows overhead. "It's good to see you Lena," she murmurs as she comes to a stop beside her friend. Work is distinctly different, and Anju does not count their council meetings as anything more than exactly that. "Did you receive reports about them too?" Her chin tilts slightly higher toward the crows. "Frankly I'm not sure if bringing them into the Celestine is safe. We may have to exterminate them or chase them off periodically." Anju doubts they will stay gone for good. Their non-infected kin are certainly bold enough to keep trying again and again, so why should they be any different?

I'm not proud of it, please
But I want it to sting