My lord. [ she turns to him slowly, carefully, the eyes that meet his older than they were before, their blue more frosty, touched by the winter that had finally come. the embroidered wolf's head on the front of her dress reflects in the faint light of the stasis unit.
she inclines her head as a sign of respect — it may have been a long time for her since she last saw him, but she hasn't forgotten what he told her. ]
Are you here to visit someone? Your brother and sisters? [ she wonders if hers are awake, now — she had not seen them in the virtual reality, after all (no, the only one she had seen was one she never wanted to see again), but it doesn't mean they aren't awake. she brushes her hand over her wrist. ]
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she inclines her head as a sign of respect — it may have been a long time for her since she last saw him, but she hasn't forgotten what he told her. ]
Are you here to visit someone? Your brother and sisters? [ she wonders if hers are awake, now — she had not seen them in the virtual reality, after all (no, the only one she had seen was one she never wanted to see again), but it doesn't mean they aren't awake. she brushes her hand over her wrist. ]