[It's written all over her face. How much the knife meant to her, how relieved she was to have it back, how conflicted she felt to know he'd actually been the one to steal it... and how devastated she was that Matthias wasn't here any longer.
He was gone.]
Have you...
[She tries to open her mouth to speak, tries to find the words, but for a moment they just escape her, and her fingers curl tight around the carved sheath in her hand, struggling to find them. There wasn't a single ounce of hope here to cling to, because Matthias... he was dead. She couldn't reach for being happy that he'd returned home, being glad for him able to return to his life...]
Have you sent him off yet?
[Matthias had called this man a demon. He'd said they weren't exactly friends. But he was still someone from his world...
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He was gone.]
Have you...
[She tries to open her mouth to speak, tries to find the words, but for a moment they just escape her, and her fingers curl tight around the carved sheath in her hand, struggling to find them. There wasn't a single ounce of hope here to cling to, because Matthias... he was dead. She couldn't reach for being happy that he'd returned home, being glad for him able to return to his life...]
Have you sent him off yet?
[Matthias had called this man a demon. He'd said they weren't exactly friends. But he was still someone from his world...