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[originallutece]

A few cuts and bruises, but mostly unharmed. Though I think I find the indignity of living on this station worse than the actual attack.

[ettersberg]

What bothers you about the station?

[originallutece]

It's less the station and more . . .

[A beat, and she sighs.]

I'll tell you tomorrow, if it's all the same to you. I'd rather talk to you face to face about things like this.

[ettersberg]

Of course.

[originallutece]

[She lets the conversation drop to something more lighthearted, not quite nonsensical but certainly devoid of much thought. And when it peters off, she at least feels a little comforted, if not still gloomy.

But tea the next day cheers her. It's nice to have something normal to look forward to, and so she's a few minutes early, her hands clasped behind her back to stop them from fidgeting.]

[ettersberg]

( thomas isn't early, but he's perfectly on time, spotting her quickly and approaching her with measured steps. there's nothing in his posture to betray exhaustion or pain, but he'd be willing to admit to her that seeing a familiar face, a friend, helps soothe some of the pain the dragon's crieshad brought. )

Rosalind. ( he inclines his head in greeting. )

[originallutece]

[She looks tired, but don't they all? At least she offers him a slight smile, stepping in closer to him.]

Shall we? I'm eager to indulge in doing nothing but drinking tea and talking.

[She heads in. The kitchen is . . . serviceable, efficient and practical. But it has a kettle and water and a stove, so Rosalind busies herself with gathering the ingredients and preparing things.]

[ettersberg]

That sounds perfectly pleasant.

( it does. it sounds like something he could use, and he thinks the same must hold true for her. ) Do let me know if I can help. ( he adds after a moment, a little dryly because there's really not that much room and she's really quite efficient. )