Daine had woken up in a sour mood, bearing a collection of scrapes and bruises from her evening, which was mostly just spent defending the farmhouse. It had kept her busier than she'd thought it would, enough so that she wasn't able to get into the city at all. She's tried not to feel guilty about that. It's easier said than done, though, with evidence of last night's rampage all around her.
The sight of Thomas moving about his intact shop gives her a moment of relief -- at least he's all right -- but her smile falters when she sees how grim he looks.
"Thomas," she greets, a little uncertainly, as she lets the door swing shut behind her. There's a muffled chirrup from her bag, but Daine doesn't set it down just yet. "Are you all right? Is the shop...?" Everything seems fine, except Thomas himself.
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Date: 2017-11-01 02:20 am (UTC)The sight of Thomas moving about his intact shop gives her a moment of relief -- at least he's all right -- but her smile falters when she sees how grim he looks.
"Thomas," she greets, a little uncertainly, as she lets the door swing shut behind her. There's a muffled chirrup from her bag, but Daine doesn't set it down just yet. "Are you all right? Is the shop...?" Everything seems fine, except Thomas himself.