[ it is her. the realization knocks the wind out of heine, and although he could pull up short to avoid running into her, he... doesn't. he just lets them collide. nill has always been an exception to his aversion to women, but in normal life he wouldn't be the one to initiate contact—he does now, though, reaching out to catch her by the shoulders, to make sure that she's real and not just some elaborate vision conjured up by whatever powers that be are working to make their lives here unpleasant. ]
Are you okay? Not hurt? [ he can't clock anything on a glance, but that doesn't mean anything, always. heine's too aware of how well one can hide an injury. ] Did you just get here?
[ she looks—just how he remembers. that's a relief. means that he hasn't started forgetting anyone, not yet.
heine shrugs his jacket off and puts it on nill's shoulders instead, mindful of her wings as he does so. ]
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Are you okay? Not hurt? [ he can't clock anything on a glance, but that doesn't mean anything, always. heine's too aware of how well one can hide an injury. ] Did you just get here?
[ she looks—just how he remembers. that's a relief. means that he hasn't started forgetting anyone, not yet.
heine shrugs his jacket off and puts it on nill's shoulders instead, mindful of her wings as he does so. ]