inbox.

[staysail]

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[staysail]

[Wait, no, that was the wrong reaction--]

That was meant to be a joke, y'know.

[hassaran]

Oh. [ she rewinds it in her head, plays it back again ] It's harder to tell when I can't see you. These crystals are amazing, but strange.

[staysail]

Are you saying you want t' see me?

[And, before she can really answer:]

Also a joke.


[Kind of.]

[hassaran]

I'm saying goodnight, Darras. [ she makes sure to sound amused, because she is and to soften the sting of saying anything but 'yes' ] Come back safe.

[staysail]

[It still does sting, a little. Or else, he doesn't know what to do with the feeling, or how to read it. Does it sting? Does he care? Did he want her to invite him back?

Yes, yes, and yes. Of course yes. Hopelessly yes.]

Lucky. [In case she needed the reminder.] You take a charm with. Keep yourself safe, too.

[hassaran]

I will. [ She lingers a moment, then cuts off the message. ]