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[goodweather]

MESSAGE ‎‏‏‎ ☀ ‎‏‏‎ DELIVERY ‎‏‏‎ ❄ ‎‏‏‎ ACTION

address: 499 Winter's Avenue (northwest hollow, farmland)

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[not_the_last]

"Twenty minutes," she repeats. "I'll be there. Call me if you need more time. Or less."

[goodweather]

"Okay. See you."

In twenty minutes' time, when Phil answers the door, he looks... neat, but sunken. Shoulders hunched, arms dangling, feet in, wings close.

But still, he tries to greet her with a smile. "Hi, Lady Cassandra. Come in. I, uh, can put the kettle on, if you want any tea."

[not_the_last]

"Tea would be lovely, thank you," she says, not because she particularly wants tea but because she's come to understand the need to not feel wholly helpless at times like this.

She hopes she's not wrong. His posture would worry her if she weren't already worried.

[goodweather]

He nods, and shuts the door behind them, shuffling into the house.

The sounds of running water and clinking metal issue from the kitchen as he sets about. It doesn't take long before the pot is on the stove to boil, and the room falls into a lull.

One hand presses blunt talons into his arm. "... So, uh. What did you want to talk about?"

[not_the_last]

"Well," slowly, carefully, "catching up on recent events might not be the best topic. I understand we were all in a dream realm for some days. I shan't ask what happened in yours, unless you feel it would do you good to talk about it."

[goodweather]

She's pulling out the kid gloves. Well, he can't say it isn't warranted.

Phil is quiet for a moment, scratching the back of his neck.

"... No. Not right now."

He glances around, trying to think of something else to talk about, but all he can see is Darcy's things. Darcy's house. Darcy's jacket, one of Darcy's sword, the screwy ongoing "anarchy chess" game with a knife stuck in the board that Darcy and Hawk have been playing whenever he visits. And it, just... hurts.

"... um."

He can't think of anything else.

[not_the_last]

She breathes out, quietly.

"I brought you something," she offers, by way of a conversational topic.