39: just a little flaky...

[eyesweregold]

[Risika had been on edge since Neville was killed, and while she tried to slip back into her normal routine after that, it had been difficult - she was still drawing on too much power, expending too much power. She'd almost made it back to normal when Draco had been hit by a gender swap loss. It was awkward and somewhat confusing. She'd spent

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[lilblackdevil]

[was pretty much just wandering, until she spots a familiar figure]

Hey there.

[eyesweregold]

Hey. [she's... distracted.]

[lilblackdevil]

You look...kinda out of it.

[eyesweregold]

I... haven't been myself, of late.

[so she was kind of quoting Hamlet, imperfectly, but there you go - she's brooding]

[lilblackdevil]

Yeah?

...want to talk about it?

[eyesweregold]

Mmm... not really.

[lilblackdevil]

[nods] Hrnm. OK.

[eyesweregold]

Thanks anyway?

[lilblackdevil]

Was just concerned.

Will you be all right?

[eyesweregold]

Of course.

[maybe? not that she'll reveal any of that to you, friend though you are]

[lilblackdevil]

[eyebrow raise]

[eyesweregold]

[okay, more honestly.]
I will be. Hopefully soon.

[lilblackdevil]

Good.

[eyesweregold]

[silence...]