( Echoing her earlier words. Strange has been doing too much at once, trying to pack up medical supplies while talking to her while also flipping over to listen in on the other crystal conversations, and he’s dropped a bottle of distilled elfroot. He forces himself to breathe out, hands splayed on the table, slowing down.
He’s been here before. He has experienced catastrophic loss, worse than this, billions, trillions. This is not new.
(It’s somehow worse, though, being alive for this part.) )
no subject
[ steadily, carefully modulating her own tone. ]
no subject
( Echoing her earlier words. Strange has been doing too much at once, trying to pack up medical supplies while talking to her while also flipping over to listen in on the other crystal conversations, and he’s dropped a bottle of distilled elfroot. He forces himself to breathe out, hands splayed on the table, slowing down.
He’s been here before. He has experienced catastrophic loss, worse than this, billions, trillions. This is not new.
(It’s somehow worse, though, being alive for this part.) )
No names yet, though?
no subject
[ a quiet, miserable confirmation. ]
I’ve heard one of the rifters, and Yseult.
[ Knowing it’s faster to identify survivors than await a list of the dead. ]
I’ll be there in a few moments. I’ve a few crates for us to use, as well as what’s there.
no subject
( Crisp; cutting off the connection.
They have work to do. )