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Clarisse La Rue ([personal profile] laruetheday) wrote in [personal profile] armd 2024-06-07 03:14 am (UTC)

Clarisse shows up too late to grab breakfast and makes her way to Abby's spot. Wags is with her. He's spent some of the walk darting ahead, some of it trailing behind as he stopped to sniff at something interesting, but more or less having stayed by her side as she went from place to place.

She sinks onto the bench across from Abby. "I can't find her." Obviously. "I looked everywhere," she adds. Everywhere in the Gallows, including circling around the giant heap of rubble that used to be the Mage tower just in case Ellie was... poking around trying to find more of her stuff, or something. Whatever. Anything.

She's petting Wags in a detached way, squeezing the loose skin between his shoulders and then releasing it over and over again but not looking down at him while she does it. All the muscles in her shoulders and her neck feel like they've stiffened up and there's a low, anxious nausea rolling in her stomach. It started when she got to the baths and found them empty, and has gotten worse with each place she's checked since then.

"I'm going to take Blunder." To the city. Riftwatch is helping out there, too, offering assistance with the rebuilding going on, and of course the stables are across the bay. It's not... it's not impossible that Ellie could be there. "Can you, like—keep checking around? Just in case she goes back to the tent or shows up somewhere?"

The please? is unspoken but definitely there. Right now it feels like she's balancing on a knife edge between handling this like a normal person and doing the opposite of that, and however Abby responds is gonna push her one way or the other.

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