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[bryces_pup]

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IC Catch-all Inbox for Riona at driftfleet. Be sure to mention the method in your subject line. A time frame/reference would be swell, too.

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[bryces_pup]

I suppose so. The break's been nice, I'll admit.

[Even if it left her wondering what to do with herself, or what to make of it all. It's hard to be just yourself after a decade of juggling roles and responsibilities.

But that's not a problem that needs addressing right now. She nods, following after Anders as she pulls herself out of the pool.]

Oh dear. I forgot how uncomfortable soggy underwear is. [Case in point, her panties are giving her a major wedgie right now. Argh]

[apurrstate]

[It's like a slow bubbling up from somewhere he didn't think he could reach on a good day, much less a day like today, one of the worst of his life. But he could feel the bubbling in his chest like a decade-old memory of champagne-bright laughter and the weight of an erring in his lobe. It's a chuckle at first, but it bursts like a firework into a bark of laughter that surprises him but feels a little like it did it's own share of burning away the sludge of the last few hours.]

Come-come here. [He's still grinning a he turns to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, a warmth spreads through her. It doesn't dry or fix the state of her clothing, but it would take the chill away until she could get back to her room.]

Let's drip our way back to the shuttles.

wrap it up here?

[bryces_pup]

[It might be a bit at her own expense, but Riona's just relieved to hear him laugh like that. That kind of grief casts a cloud over a person, and makes it easy to forget how to laugh and smile. Even if it's only a little bit, she's glad she was able to give him even that much. She grins sheepishly as he dries her off a bit with his hands.] Thank you. And yes, let's. To dry off properly and get some rest. And drink a lot.