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[heartofbirds]

He's sitting by the fireplace in a common room of the Mansion, flipping his black heart between his fingers like a magician turning a coin. His cane is set neatly on the floor beside him, and his expression is unreadable. He has a rather drab aspect when he isn't smiling, a plain, rather unassuming face with a slight weariness

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[goldenlapwing]

Grieving though she is, it isn't in Rina's nature to be downcast for long, or to enjoy it when she can't help it. With red and puffy eyes, and with somewhat dirty, tear-streaked cheeks, she comes downstairs to find something happier in the company of others than she can find on her own.

"May I sit here?"

[heartofbirds]

Linden looks up and instantly his smile returns, gentle and warming. "Of course."

[goldenlapwing]

Accordingly she sits, on a hearthrug on the floor just before the fireplace, her arms wrapped around her knees.

[heartofbirds]

"How are you?"

[mancalledspade]

"I saw her," Spade says without preamble.

[heartofbirds]

Naturally he doesn't mean to, but at once he stiffens and looks sharply at Spade. "Yes?"

[mancalledspade]

He is leaning in the doorframe, smoking. "Mye. Didn't see her for long, as the kid's harder to hold on to than water in a sieve, but I saw her."

[heartofbirds]

"Thank the pale fates."

[naturestrangled]

Vera approaches as quietly as one can on crutches. "Citizen?" Her voice is soft, though it couldn't -- could never be -- called quite gentle.

[heartofbirds]

He looks up at her and smiles immediately, flipping the heart out of sight and into one of his pockets. "How are you? You look better."

[naturestrangled]

"Considerably better, yes. And yourself?"

[heartofbirds]

"Quite well."