[She looks different- hauntingly alien despite the hint of familiarity. Of course, Illyria's typical form had once been the same to him. How quickly we adjust.
If there had been any doubt about who she was from her bearing, her demeanor, the ghosts of Fred's face in her own... it was all immediately banished as soon as she spoke.
He lets out a slow sigh.]
I'm not certain it fits any of us, I'm afraid. I know no more than you.
[It was odd, seeing her here, with the same scorn and disdain as always for the things around her. The memory of dying in her arms was still... fresh in his mind. Best not to bring it up, he suspects.]
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If there had been any doubt about who she was from her bearing, her demeanor, the ghosts of Fred's face in her own... it was all immediately banished as soon as she spoke.
He lets out a slow sigh.]
I'm not certain it fits any of us, I'm afraid. I know no more than you.
[It was odd, seeing her here, with the same scorn and disdain as always for the things around her. The memory of dying in her arms was still... fresh in his mind. Best not to bring it up, he suspects.]