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[blastiafreak]

So Estelle's really...gone for good.

::private to Tyr::

Hey, tell me what happened. You did it, right?

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[stargathering]

[ Nope! And Gremio could figure that scar on the arm is from the war... I think it took a while to really get used to them. Such a bad reminder. ]

[ Good. Because he couldn't make an excuse for her to come over otherwise. ] Not explicitly, but... [ He sighs. ] Hope gives people a reason to keep trying.

[blastiafreak]

[Yeah, although he might be sad to see it. :< No kidding. That must've been awful...still awful. D:]

[Gels make such a good excuse for both of them...] It's a pretty vague reason...

[stargathering]

[ He will be. It's something that he'd have a lot of strong feelings about even if he tries to hide them. ]

It's just one that applies to everyone. Hope is different, specific things to certain people...

[blastiafreak]

[The sort of thing that isn't forgotten easily...or at all.]

That just sounds unreliable, if you ask me.

[stargathering]

[ I doubt Tyr will forget. He might get over it, but forget? No. ]

[ He sighs. ] Then find something you believe in that is reliable...

[blastiafreak]

[Yeah...not that. ._.]

... [Is it a bad sign that she doesn't answer for a long time? She can't seem to come up with anything. Eventually, she mutters quietly:] There's not much to believe in here...

[stargathering]

[ Tyr doesn't know what to say to that, and silence follows on his end. He sees now just how poor her state is. ] You'll...find something, though... You can believe in yourself, too...

[blastiafreak]

[She's pretty much a black hole of cynicism right now, though she manages the slightest hint of indignation.] It--It's not like I don't believe in myself.

[stargathering]

[ It's not enough for Tyr. ] That's not what it sounds like.

[blastiafreak]

...What more do you want?

[stargathering]

I... [ He doesn't really know. He wants her to be less cynical. ]

It doesn't matter.

[blastiafreak]

Then if it doesn't matter, just forget about it. [There's very little bite in her voice, though.

And she's arriving at his building soon.] ...Hey, I'm almost there.

[stargathering]

[ And he doesn't miss it, but he doesn't hold it against her, either. He nods and heads to get the door for her. ]

... Are you busy today?

[blastiafreak]

[While she approaches the door, she thinks about his question for a second. It's not like she was doing much besides sulking, but she doesn't get why he'd ask.]

I...guess I didn't have anything planned...

[stargathering]

[ The nice thing about talking on devices is he can open the door when he hears her voice sort of echo. He's dressed in a way that only his face is uncovered, and that doesn't even give hints that he's been sleeping poorly. ]

Let's have tea together, then... We haven't really spoke in person lately.

[blastiafreak]

[And if it's not clear, she isn't perceptive enough when it comes to people to notice, though deep down she's relieved to see him--apparently unhurt. Rita's own lack of energy is already obvious.]

...All right. If you want to. [Even if she isn't sure what to talk about. But she digs into a pocket underneath her cloak, and brings out three bright yellow gels.] And--here's the medicine. If it's not too bad, you won't need more than that.

[stargathering]

[ His expression is sombre when he sees her. Weak and tired... He takes the gels, though, and just puts them in his pocket. ] Thanks... It should be enough.

[ He offers her hand to her next. ] You look like you could use more than just tea, though...

[blastiafreak]

"Should" be? [If he's hurt worse than that...

She just stares at his hand for a couple seconds before, with a little hesitation, she takes it. (Is it weird of her to keep count? Because he's the third person whose hand she's ever held.)] Huh? I'm not really hungry or anything...

[stargathering]

[ He corrects himself. He should have known to watch his words. ] Will be. Maybe I'll have some left over.

[ Tyr can't keep count of how many people's hands he's held, but he wouldn't know how to feel if he's only the third person who's held her hand.

He shakes his head as he talks to the kitchen with her. ] I don't mean that... You look worn out.

[blastiafreak]

[She keeps her eyes on him and waits, as if thinking about challenging his statement. In the end, she lets it go. Even if he was hurt badly, there'd be nothing she could do about it-

This type of contact still feels weird, too--especially since she's never held Tyr's hand before. It's not entirely bad, though.

And while she follows him, she makes a feeble attempt to brush it off.] It's just--a lot of things happened this weekend. And...all those people.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr is going to beat the hopelessness out of Rita. If he could, anyway... He's going to keep himself from even making a noise while he moves about since it'll be too obvious if he does hiss at the stinging.

Rita's hand doesn't feel too different from any other girl's hand, but he's still a little surprised she took it. He feels better holding it, though; he's worried over her. ]

I know, but... You should have some gels, too. This weekend really took its toll on you...

[blastiafreak]

[Tyr and Katara can team up against pessimism. Not that Rita won't...sort of of get over it in the next couple weeks.

She feels a little awkward with him worrying over her like that, like she doesn't want him to think she can't deal with it on her own.]

It's not--You're the one that got hurt, not me.

[stargathering]

[ Tyr and Katara will help her! She needs the optimism. Especially since she's the actual source of Tyr's.

And Tyr doesn't think she takes good care of herself already. It's part of why he wanted her to stay a little. ]

I didn't lose anyone, though. That's painful, too...

[blastiafreak]

[Aw, yes. It's an optimism rescue!

And he'd be very right about that, because guess who probably hasn't slept or eaten since Estelle left? She takes a long moment before she responds.]

...But that's not something medicine can fix.

[stargathering]

[ If Tyr finds out, Rita is going to get Tyr visits with very minor excuses. That makes Tyr fall silent. He knows that perfectly well. He gives her hand a small squeeze as he responds. ]

...But you've given me medicine to help me relax... Something like, maybe...