[ hawke can't help but feel grateful at the understanding they've reached. merrill has her demons (some more literal than others) just as hawke does and there's nothing either of them can do about it than... deal. in their own way, they deal. so hawke follows merrill out the building and takes note of her injured foot with a frown. a city like cerealia isn't really great for the barefoot, huh? ]
No, I don't think so. But it certainly feels like a Tuesday, doesn't it?
[ hawke is hungry and tired and would like very much to get back to the city now. she wonders when ceres will swoop in and "save the day" as they do -- or if they're just stuck out here in this landfill forever. probably not forever but... ugh. she is getting sick of it.
she gestures to an overturned piece of debris nearby, sturdy enough to sit on. ]
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No, I don't think so. But it certainly feels like a Tuesday, doesn't it?
[ hawke is hungry and tired and would like very much to get back to the city now. she wonders when ceres will swoop in and "save the day" as they do -- or if they're just stuck out here in this landfill forever. probably not forever but... ugh. she is getting sick of it.
she gestures to an overturned piece of debris nearby, sturdy enough to sit on. ]
Your foot's hurt. Let me check it?