Lost.

[sisterofswans]

The girl opens her mouth to speak and then closes it again, covering it with a hand as if to stop up the sound. Under one arm is a bundle of thistles, the handling of which may explain the angry-looking red scratches on that pale hand, but despite the prickly unpleasantness, she clutches it tightly to herself

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[illgotten]

"You all right?"

[illgotten]

"All right," easily. "I'll see you around, then."

[sisterofswans]

She nods, curtsies again, gathers her things to go find a workspace.