I wish for long, lingering glances--

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire... might be a bit grumpy, today-- not quite screeching her ire to the heavens (yet), but not in the best of moods, either. Recovering from Haven meant multiple things... waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where the content had increased in variety, having to force herself to eat more to make up for all the weight she'd lost, taking longer to recover from battles... some scars still remained, refusing to let her forget.

But there was also Morgan, the Morgan she'd sworn herself to, and that never fails to make the dreary bits better. She could do with that reminder right now, though, as she sits and works furiously at sharpening yet another arrow. It's tedious work and she's starting to get a headache, but it's something that has to be done. Even if she had slept poorly. ]

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[memlost]

[ It's not hard to find Noire; the furious grinding of her arrows would have made it harder to not find her. Morgan peeks his head in with a lollipop stick poking from his mouth. Ever since returning to civilization, he's shown his appreciation for fresh food in an almost frightening fashion. In a just world, he would be getting softer and rounder -- but in this unfair reality, he's only gotten healthier and stronger in the usual way of growing boys.

Sensing the odd mood in the air, he pauses. He didn't get to spend much time with Noire last evening, caught as he was in the embrace of a good book and then claimed prematurely (but also predictably) by sleep. The dangers of material comforts... though it seems luxury didn't aid Noire nearly so much.

He hangs half-hidden by the entrance, uncertain if he should come in. Maybe she wants to be alone? ]

... Noire?