[ Gray blinks at the handkerchief suddenly mopping her face and raises a hand to take the handkerchief herself. She feels confused, like someone cut out a section of her memory, but she must look to be in quite a state if Rin looked that surprised — as quickly as she tried to hide it. Ever one to avoid being an imposition, Gray responds automatically. ]
I'm okay. I'm sorry if I worried you.
[ In other words, Rin isn't wrong. Gray frowns a little as she feels the rawness of her scar (now an injury), her finger tracing the vicious split of her skin. It makes her wonder if there isn't some sort of time distortion going on, which is an amazing thing to even be able to consider.
She's pulled from her confusion by the rapidly thickening fog around them, casting a ghostly haze over the sight of Rin. It makes Gray nervous, especially with all the magic-tinged weather events of late. ]
... Maybe we should speak somewhere else.
[ Maybe it's just her imagination, but she gets an impression of shadows in the fog... ]
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I'm okay. I'm sorry if I worried you.
[ In other words, Rin isn't wrong. Gray frowns a little as she feels the rawness of her scar (now an injury), her finger tracing the vicious split of her skin. It makes her wonder if there isn't some sort of time distortion going on, which is an amazing thing to even be able to consider.
She's pulled from her confusion by the rapidly thickening fog around them, casting a ghostly haze over the sight of Rin. It makes Gray nervous, especially with all the magic-tinged weather events of late. ]
... Maybe we should speak somewhere else.
[ Maybe it's just her imagination, but she gets an impression of shadows in the fog... ]