[ Gray glances at the dagger, its presence like a curse, before quickly shaking her head. ]
It's okay. I want to be here.
[ She takes his requests seriously, and she'd be much more worried if he'd hidden himself away. If anything, she's grateful that he asked her to come — or as grateful as one can be upon news of a friend's death, temporary or not.
She pulls her skirt from under her before settling onto her knees next to Eustace. She eyes the unassuming spot in the dirt. ]
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Date: 2023-09-19 12:03 am (UTC)It's okay. I want to be here.
[ She takes his requests seriously, and she'd be much more worried if he'd hidden himself away. If anything, she's grateful that he asked her to come — or as grateful as one can be upon news of a friend's death, temporary or not.
She pulls her skirt from under her before settling onto her knees next to Eustace. She eyes the unassuming spot in the dirt. ]
Mr. Dokja's Shard...?