[It was kind of terrible in the halls tonight. Not awful, but pretty uncomfortable. At least it was comfortable...even if there was the woman crying at the table.
Crying metal.
She took a moment to glance over, before coming over and offering to take up the bowl of stew.]
no subject
Crying metal.
She took a moment to glance over, before coming over and offering to take up the bowl of stew.]
Here. I can hold that.