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[waytodie]

[Her hair is in two messy twin braids. Her eyes are glassy. The sharp-eyed might notice she's probably, definitely drunk. The less-so might just assume she's overly tired. Her tongue presses into her cheek as she considers how to start this one, but in the end she just rips the bandaid off quickly: ]

So, tell me, how is it that you handle grief?

[She probably won't be elaborating on why she's asking, unless she has a certain level of familiarity with you, but you can try. People closest to her probably already know what this is really about: Her sister is gone. From Moorecroft. From Etraya. From the top side of the dirt. Gone and back to dead, and Yelena is spiraling.]

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@geraniums

[rootlessly]

...I don't know that it's something you deal with, really. At least, as far as making it go away, anyway.

[Instead it lives in your skin, your bones, burrows into your very being and nests there for decades, a century and more until you no longer remember who you were before it.]

I'm sorry you're hurting so much, Yelena. Do you want any company? Or--snacks to eat by yourself, maybe? Haha.

[Or, you know, water for the inevitable hangover.]

[waytodie]

Oh.

[Her tone is flat, and she can't help the way her lips form a tiny pout. She wanted... something else. Something better than that. At least right now, later she'll appreciate the honesty of his answer, probably.

She doesn't look too terribly receptive when he mentions company, but she does seem to consider it a little more when he mentions snacks-- which really... would be an easy in to providing company, if he's careful about it.]

Has anyone found decent ice cream in this place?

[rootlessly]

I'm not sure. I can look! Or ask Aurora!

[Surely she can provide in these trying times, right,,

It's been many, many years since he's had the chance to have anything like it, but Etraya seems to have no such shortage of resources. Everything in this space carved out for them is so vibrant and beautiful and abundant.]

Do you have any specific requests?

[waytodie]

True.

[She forgets sometimes they can just... ask Aurora about or for things.

She purses her lips and considers it for a moment before settling on: ]

Chocolate-chip cookie dough, if you can find it.

onto action?

[rootlessly]

[...]

That sounds amazing.

[And here he had thought something like 'strawberry' or 'pistachio' from Rem's old movies sounded fancy and exotic. He has a mighty need, now.]

definitely <3

[waytodie]

I will see you soon.

[And if needed, she'll give him directions to the compound so he doesn't have to try and sleuth out where she's at!]