[ she glances back at him over her shoulder and follows his eyeline. oh. well she will have to clean that when she gets home. ]

...Even less point in sparing that thought for the dead. Better that it be inflicted on one who is built to withstand it.

[ again and again and again and again. the residual effects of her own hit from the void well up at the thought and she has to grip the windowsill to hide how her hand is shaking. ]

I need to look in on Aradia still. Is there anything you need before I leave?