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[shhh bby it'll be easy, you're pretty.

and he's lucky she's becoming more and more of a night owl, because her response is almost immediate.]

my place or yours?

[ Thank you for the boost of confidence. ]

Mine okay?

[ He does not feel particularly like adventuring out today.

That, and Vilhelm might not let him leave. ]

[any time bro.]

be there in two minutes

[And indeed, two minutes later there's a knock at his bedroom door- light and careful. She would have just shadowed right on in, but she figured not scaring him in the middle of the night would be in her best interests.

Come in!

[ Loki is just going to stay here with a murder dog on his chest. Someone is not pleased her owner ABANDONED HER for a whole SIX DAYS. ]

Hey.

[She slinks in through a slight crack in the door, keeping careful hold her bag as she does.]

Um... you okay?

[Because there appears to be an angry monsterdog on your chest bro.]

Oh yes. I am quite fine. Look, Vilhelm. Company!

[ The dog looks unimpressed, but lets Loki lift her and set her on his lap so he can sit up. ]

How are you? Did not sniff any flowers recently, I hope.

Good to hear.

[She approaches slowly, moving to sit to one side of him, and gives him a slightly puzzled look before remembering the issue with the flora and shaking her head.]

Not unless you count the weeds outside the grave I woke up in, no. How about you?

[ Startled. ]

You died, too?

[ Vilhelm ignores the conversation, sniffing at Twyla instead. ]

Yeah. Didn't really... see it coming.

[She holds her hand out toward Vilhelm, fully intending to pat the dog's head if she's allowed to.]

...wait, too? What happened?

I got eaten by a dragon.

[ Loki shrugs as if it is not a big deal, hiding the fact it unnerved him much more than he had expected. ]

What happened to you?

[ Vilhelm accepts the attention, seeming to settle down. ]

...ouch. Hope it was quick.

[Scratching idly at Vilhelm's head, she shrugs as well, not quite looking at him.]

Wound up on the wrong side of a knife during that thing with the paranoia-grapes. I really do have to do something about being so easy to stab.

Very quick. And wet. Kinda disgusting.

[ And terrifying. ]

You need to get better about that. Wear some armor or something under your dress.

Sounds like it might be.

[She can imagine.]

Hey, it's not like I can make a stop at the nearest armorer- 'hey, I need something that can stop blades, maybe in a nice smoky purple?'