"Sort of. I mean. Spending a lot of my time up at the estate. Been Hunting out there when I can. Making sure Dahlia's alright." Which is, in itself, just one of the multiple difficult topics on the table that she's not eager to have to talk about. Not that it stops her relative frankness. "But uh— still gotta come into town sometimes. Take game to storage. Sell it. Check in on people. That stuff. And, well—"
Or, well, not that it stops her relative frankness entirely. The rambling lead-up should be a sign all its own that something brand new has happened, though to what is unlikely to clear until she says:
"—I bumped into Basira."
That's not exactly an accurate description of what happened. But somehow admitting that she had a friend waiting to warn her about her presence feels like a uniquely vulnerable admission she's not sure she wants to make.
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"Sort of. I mean. Spending a lot of my time up at the estate. Been Hunting out there when I can. Making sure Dahlia's alright." Which is, in itself, just one of the multiple difficult topics on the table that she's not eager to have to talk about. Not that it stops her relative frankness. "But uh— still gotta come into town sometimes. Take game to storage. Sell it. Check in on people. That stuff. And, well—"
Or, well, not that it stops her relative frankness entirely. The rambling lead-up should be a sign all its own that something brand new has happened, though to what is unlikely to clear until she says:
"—I bumped into Basira."
That's not exactly an accurate description of what happened. But somehow admitting that she had a friend waiting to warn her about her presence feels like a uniquely vulnerable admission she's not sure she wants to make.