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algreengrass ([info]algreengrass) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
She accepted the tea. "Earl Grey is one of my favorites, that's perfect. Thank you," she took a sip and closed her eyes in contentment. She hadn't had a chance to get her usual morning cup when she'd gotten to work since they'd rushed right back out again. It warmed her right up and made her feel better.

She realized there must indeed be much more between them than she'd expected, which only added to her feeling lousy about how happily she'd come to his door. What was her problem today? She was usually so much better at this kind of thing. "It's understandable," she offered, giving him a soft look. "Considering the times we find ourselves in, even the death of perfect strangers has affected me. I'm sorry for your loss." She wanted to say more, but felt it wasn't her place to do so.

"Yes, I was there with my handler. Her family was doing as well as could be expected. They were upset, but they handled the situation well, and even allowed the hit-wizards to go through her things rather then doing it themselves and stumbling on things they shouldn't know about. We didn't have to perform any obliviations, and they were very understanding about the things they couldn't take." She hoped her words would offer him some comfort. It was an ever so slight white lie, as they had been very distraught, but it had only just happened a few days ago, so she couldn't blame them at all.


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