[ She's been working with various groups on and off, keeping busy, carrying supplies and combing through rubble and going wherever she is needed. It's chaos. Sephiroth had warned her, and her own experiences have left it all too easy to imagine what she'd be walking into, but stepping out of that portal into the ashes of a city she'd happy visited only weeks ago still makes her stomach drop, sick and heavy. It is a weight she carries, never easier for its familiarity.
When Dean joins her, Ciri doesn't even greet him. They work together, and she is mostly quiet, serious, efficient.
It's the call for help that draws her, at some point. She glances at Dean briefly, catches his eye. He heard it too. ]
What is it? [ She asks the man in the walkway, syllables clipped and urgent. He doesn't appear heavily injured; he's calling help for someone else. ]
no subject
When Dean joins her, Ciri doesn't even greet him. They work together, and she is mostly quiet, serious, efficient.
It's the call for help that draws her, at some point. She glances at Dean briefly, catches his eye. He heard it too. ]
What is it? [ She asks the man in the walkway, syllables clipped and urgent. He doesn't appear heavily injured; he's calling help for someone else. ]
Lead the way.