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[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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[waytodie]

[Yelena waits outside the sprawling compound she now stays in, hands stuffed into her pockets as she meanders about waiting for Aerith to show up. She doesn't know what to expect from her, not really, they only have a passing familiarity with each other, but Yelena knows with certainty, Aerith is a good person. The kind that goes deep into a person's bones and into their marrow. So anything she has to say, Yelena can only assume will help in some way, even if it's a small one.

When the other woman approaches, she smiles and takes one hand out of her pocket to return the wave and subsequently take the small bunch of flowers offered to her.]

Thank you, you are very sweet.

[anciently]

It was nothing! I'm happy to share them with people. Especially friends who could use a boost.

[ After handing off the flowers, Aerith clasps her hands behind her back, hovering. ]

So...d'you want to go inside? Walk and talk? [ Whatever Yelena's preference is, she'll go with it. Whatever the other woman needs right now, after...whatever's happened. ]

[waytodie]

Still. It is a nice thing.

[She considers the offer for either option and quietly excuses herself for a moment– just long enough to put the flowers in some water, minus one she slipped into the plaits of her braid before she returns to join Aerith outside.]

I think a walk will be good. [She nods, finally answering that lingering question.]

[anciently]

Alrighty - off we go, then? [ Unless Yelena picks a direction, Aerith will lead them back the way she came. Not for any particular reason, but because it's more familiar, if only because she'd literally just come that way.

There's a period of silence before she glances sideways at the other woman, expression soft. ]

So...do you want to talk about it? Or talk about something else?