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Evie
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Evie's not precisely intending to hunt down the little twerp who has managed to capture her affections, but when she sees him swaggering down the pathway as she's running errands, she can't help her immediate response to follow him. Part of her worries about him a little too much, wonders where he's staying, if he's eating enough, if he's warm at night when the cool spring air floods the Grounds. She refuses to put words to those worries, but whatever. He's probably sticking his nose somewhere it doesn't belong anyway.
She trails him for a bit, putting away her purchases in her satchel, only to glance up as the kid begins speaking and feels her heart ache in her chest at the man the boy has found. Abasi looks much better than he had when he'd come to her in the Infirmary, snappy and uncertain, plagued by the initial stages of the Blight. Though Loren had comforted her, telling her there was nothing she could have done - and she knows this, knows the Gods themselves had to take action, and someone had to sacrifice themselves as a vessel - it had not assuaged her guilt. He had come to her for help, and though she'd alleviated his pain temporarily, she had still failed him. One hand reaches to ruffle Dante's hair habitually as she comes upon the pair, though her eyes are for Abasi. A tentative smile is offered to him. "We'd both be happy to help if you need." She can speak to him later perhaps, but for now she'd at least like to make herself useful to him. Perhaps start repaying the debt she feels she owes. don't let one be you |
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