Decollage | Day 78, morning

[hyanaimne]

[knock knock, Fawn, you have a visitor]

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[hyanaimne]

. . . I was trapped in a nightmare . . . [laughs a bit] I am still a little . . . it felt like days, to me. Until Loki saved me.

[grandstanding]

...

Sit down.

[hyanaimne]

[sits ._.]

[grandstanding]

[sits next to her]

I'm sorry.

[hyanaimne]

[shakes her head, shoulders hunching a little]

It isn't your fault.

. . . why did you have a bad night?

[grandstanding]

...we lost Venus and Knives to that portrait.

[hyanaimne]

[. . . o-oh]

I . . . I am so sorry, Erik.

[grandstanding]

That isn't your fault either.

[hyanaimne]

Even so . . .

[grandstanding]

...mmm.

[hyanaimne]

. . . I guess bringing the alcohol was a good idea after all.

[grandstanding]

Even at this hour?

[hyanaimne]

[glances at him, then shrugs a shoulder]

My nightmare was of shadows trying to force me into that portrait. I do not particularly care what time it is, honestly.

[grandstanding]

...ahh. I hate this place.

[picks up a bottle and hands it to her, before grabbing another.]

[hyanaimne]

[ugh I said I said what it was . . . '-' Takes it with a quiet "thank you"]

[grandstanding]

At least you were freed. But I know how it feels to be lost for days on end.

[hyanaimne]

. . . it isn't pleasant.

[grandstanding]

No. It isn't.

[hyanaimne]

[tentatively, shifts to lean against him a little]

I would rather not do that again.

[grandstanding]

[allowing it]

Hopefully, you won't have to.

[hyanaimne]

[sighs, fighting with the bottle for a moment before she gets it open]

Arrow says the portraits like me too much.

[grandstanding]

You should be less agreeable.

[hyanaimne]

[tilts her head]

Less agreeable?

[grandstanding]

I don't know what traits the things actually enjoy. But we should find out, and do the opposite.

[pops the cork out of his bottle]

[hyanaimne]

. . . some of them aren't so bad, Erik.