[ vi manages a weak smile in return but there's nothing really behind it. she's spent so long feeling helpless and weak, to the point that it was literally killing her, that the idea of continuing to feel helpless and weak, impotent to help her family, makes her want to be sick. at least this time she made the choice for herself, didn't have it foisted upon her by circumstance and malaak'a's interference. ]
It's a pity, really. [ plucking one of her arrows from her quiver, she rolls it between her fingers. ] This shade of pink would look good on Sandaris.
[ it's a brief, bitter, moment of levity, but it at least marks that she probably won't be sobbing all over buffy again. you know, for at least ten minutes. ]
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It's a pity, really. [ plucking one of her arrows from her quiver, she rolls it between her fingers. ] This shade of pink would look good on Sandaris.
[ it's a brief, bitter, moment of levity, but it at least marks that she probably won't be sobbing all over buffy again. you know, for at least ten minutes. ]