[ because lux arrives early, she probably beats viren there by about a minute and thirty seconds. with a demeanor that bright, even if somewhat dimmed, she's a beacon. now he's probably shoving past some poor person that had stuck their seat out just a bit too far, tailcoat billowing out behind him as he storms over (he does like dramatic entrances, despite having considered acting benign for this little exchange). ]
[ She's already figured out that he has a flair for the dramatic, but rushing ahead to pull out a chair for her takes her by surprise. She's even more taken aback by his question, blinking at him quickly before her smile pulls thin.
Ah, he's observant. Either that, or he's taking what she told him to the extreme. ]
I'm all right, really. [ She slowly slides into the chair, keeping her back straight.] I ran into some trouble in Dorchacht, during the riots. I'm mostly healed up—just a little achy.
[ don't become too fond of the niceties, lux, for they can be temporal and capricious. but yes, viren seats himself as well, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth pressed into a thin line that betrays just a hint of an unpleasant grimace. ... of course it was riots. ]
Yes... Since Witches are capable of healing magic, I would hope you would have that handled.
[ he sighs, plucking a set of menus from the center of the table. he slides her one, browsing his own as he glances back up to her intermittently. and now, more idly curiosity: ]
Were you actually rioting, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time?
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[ yanking out a chair, ]
What happened to you?
[ hi, someone's rudely curious anyway ]
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Ah, he's observant. Either that, or he's taking what she told him to the extreme. ]
I'm all right, really. [ She slowly slides into the chair, keeping her back straight.] I ran into some trouble in Dorchacht, during the riots. I'm mostly healed up—just a little achy.
[ That's mostly true. ]
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Yes... Since Witches are capable of healing magic, I would hope you would have that handled.
[ he sighs, plucking a set of menus from the center of the table. he slides her one, browsing his own as he glances back up to her intermittently. and now, more idly curiosity: ]
Were you actually rioting, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time?