That is suspiciously provocative.

She has more time on her hands than she will ever admit. So, yes.

Interesting form of travel. She’ll keep an ear out.

She understands. The Night Court, all of Prythian, is hardly a walkable area of land. Everything will want to kill him, and will be successful if he isn’t careful.

This world will surely humble him… She won’t argue that he is wrong, he is, but she will keep it to herself.

So, then. What did he have in mind?

She’s seen horrors only thought of in nightmares. He does NOT scare her.

“Isn’t… Isn’t she dead?”

Of course. She’ll patiently await his arrival.

That means he is close. The city isn’t something he can just walk into. No, he must be brought here She’ll meet him at the border.

Well, no. That’s actually not something she would call fun. She likes gardening, picnics, walking through town. She’s had enough crazy adventures for one lifetime, she doesn’t want to spend another doing the same thing over again.

No, it’s not rude. It’s fine, actually. Resurrection is hardly the word. She never really ‘died’. She was.. Changed. Made into… Something else, something more.

She hasn’t talked about it since the night it happened. She isn’t sure if she is capable of talking about it without triggering a panic attack. But she wants to. Needs to.

That would be nice, actually. She’ll get dressed.

Yes, and maybe they can go to her new apartment? Elain felt out of place in the townhouse. She got herself a little space of her own. At the moment, only Az knows its location. She hasn’t exactly been there herself yet.

Picking the thorns of rose stems.

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