[Syre is passing through the plaza when she spots him. She is certainly messed up from the draft; various bloodied bandages and such cover her person.]
[Quietly, simply, she sits beside him by the fountain. She's silent for a long while, looking at the birds with Helios.]
[The birds are a pleasant distraction. The draft still haunts her.]
[But, for now, she is at peace. If only for a moment.]
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[Quietly, simply, she sits beside him by the fountain. She's silent for a long while, looking at the birds with Helios.]
[The birds are a pleasant distraction. The draft still haunts her.]
[But, for now, she is at peace. If only for a moment.]
...it's... surreal, isn't it.