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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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[waytodie]

[She looks a little surprised at the suggestion.]

That sounds really personal. Are you sure?

[Angel feathers????? Are real?????
Her face is neutral, but she's having A Moment, here, sir.]

[prevail]

I wouldn't offer if I was unwilling.

[ Sandalphon may be earnest, but he's not the sort to give too much of himself. Usually. ]

Using this network isn't private, so my alternative strikes me as preferable for this purpose.

[waytodie]

Okay, fair.

[She nods a litle.]

Yeah, all right. I can meet with you, if you like.

[prevail]

Very well. Given the circumstances, is there a day you might prefer?

[ Odd angel he may be, but he understands mourning all too well. ]