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[very_sharpe]

The shop had survived the Purge night in one piece, more or less, but Thomas felt shattered through and through.

At the moment he was bringing stock out of the back, putting things on display once more. Before the Purge, he and Steve had cleared the entire front of the store, removing anything valuable, so that if anyone did manage to break in, there wouldn't be too much to damage that couldn't be fixed.

He moved slowly, though. He had hoped work would help to get his mind off of things, but he couldn't focus. He wore all black, which was unusual since he'd started living here. Every part of him felt heavy. He couldn't believe that she was dead. After everything they had been through, everything she had survived. How could it have ended like this?

What was he going to do?

Thomas was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of the little bell over the front door of the shop.

"Sorry, we aren't properly open-- Oh, Daine. Please, come in."

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[wildmage_daine]

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.