[ The bitter expression just makes Wakaba's own frown deepen. He doesn't know and no one else is here. This is already vastly irregular. Okay, that's fine, no need to panic. She pulls a cell phone out of her other pocket and - the screen has a hole smashed through it, a few blue petals falling from the gash.
Nevermind time to panic, but the stranger's words wash over her like white noise. The manner of speech is just weird enough that she has to run over the sentences a few times. He thinks the graves are empty.
... Yeah. They're empty. One tiny solace. Whether or not it's meant to cheer her up, it's how she's choosing to take it, and Faramir gets a genuine smile for an answer. ]
Thank you. [ And the destroyed paperweight is shoved back in her coat; unpack that problem with later. ] What's your name, sir?
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Nevermind time to panic, but the stranger's words wash over her like white noise. The manner of speech is just weird enough that she has to run over the sentences a few times. He thinks the graves are empty.
... Yeah. They're empty. One tiny solace. Whether or not it's meant to cheer her up, it's how she's choosing to take it, and Faramir gets a genuine smile for an answer. ]
Thank you. [ And the destroyed paperweight is shoved back in her coat; unpack that problem with later. ] What's your name, sir?