Quanil came over to the young woman. They'd seen her before, in their time working here, seen her hither and thither, out and about. She was unusually subdued today. And even though it wasn't their job to, they couldn't help asking, "Did you need anything, miss?"
They weren't a server; they were, more typically, a janitor at the VlamVloed, to cover their stay in one of the rooms upstairs. But to see someone who was usually so vivacious being so quiet and... dimmed... well, they couldn't let that stand.
They glanced at the supplies spread out on the desk. "Memorial-making? Is there aught I can help with?" They were, themselves, a little more muted than usual, in deference to her. They knew their enthusiasm was often annoying and, if she were thinking on the dead, then 'enthusiasm' was quite definitely out of place.
They weren't a server; they were, more typically, a janitor at the VlamVloed, to cover their stay in one of the rooms upstairs. But to see someone who was usually so vivacious being so quiet and... dimmed... well, they couldn't let that stand.
They glanced at the supplies spread out on the desk. "Memorial-making? Is there aught I can help with?" They were, themselves, a little more muted than usual, in deference to her. They knew their enthusiasm was often annoying and, if she were thinking on the dead, then 'enthusiasm' was quite definitely out of place.
