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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [personal profile] flashystyle 2018-04-05 08:01 am (UTC)

[ Her lips quirk in a smile, amused despite its brevity. She's not put off in the least. ]

As do you. May I?

[ She asks, only before taking the seat opposite him. There are days, particularly when she's working on more discreet assignments, when she adopts the local attire as easily as anything else. They are all from disparate worlds and the Nysans only know them as refugees, so the choice to blend in or stand out is malleable. Dorian looks every bit the Olympian noble and she wouldn't have guessed he was anything but, had they not 'met' on the network to begin with.

Her gaze flickers to the bandages then back up to his eyes. ]


Are you well?

[ It's pleasantly said, nothing more than a polite inquiry. It's barely been two weeks since the rescue teams were sent out and everyone is coping, recovering in their own ways. ]

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