[ Loki has a bag full of sweets and pastries that he carries carefully as he makes his way to the docks. The ferry has deposited its passengers and left them behind, picking up new ones to head towards the Gallows; he watches the boat for a moment before he starts scanning around to find Sylvie.
He doesn't spot her at first and the panic that seizes his chest is unique in its horribleness.
So he stands there, takes a breath, and tries again. Closing his eyes helps. Remembering that she's got no reason to lie to him, and relatively few enemies thus far also helps. He opens his eyes and tries again, looking for places that are easily defensible and could protect Sylvie on more than one side at a time.
It takes him a few minutes of careful poking around but he does find her, watching her with her eyes closed. It reminds him of the train on Lamentis, before it all went to shit; watching her sleep as he drank across from her. Eventually, he clears his throat carefully (and none too loudly). ]
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He doesn't spot her at first and the panic that seizes his chest is unique in its horribleness.
So he stands there, takes a breath, and tries again. Closing his eyes helps. Remembering that she's got no reason to lie to him, and relatively few enemies thus far also helps. He opens his eyes and tries again, looking for places that are easily defensible and could protect Sylvie on more than one side at a time.
It takes him a few minutes of careful poking around but he does find her, watching her with her eyes closed. It reminds him of the train on Lamentis, before it all went to shit; watching her sleep as he drank across from her. Eventually, he clears his throat carefully (and none too loudly). ]
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