Another return

[hardlyagravated]

She is dirty: smudges on her face, clumps in her half-loose hair. Her clothes are mainly rags, still blood stained on the side where she was wounded. Her shoes are gone, somewhere or other. But the most marked change is in her expression. There is something hard there, that wasn't before. Something truly broken, though covered with calm.

Laurel is walking back toward the Mansion, unrushed but unhesitant. There are people she needs to see - one in particular.

Open, though especially for Agravain.