Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729221126

Lucida almost smiles as she is playfully shaken. "Yes.  I finally did." She looks down and away. "I'm sorry again that I yelled at you.  You and Rhun And Nezon and Aabi have been so kind.  It's...it's just...so hard.  So hard to believe.  I don't understand it." Her voice goes quiet.

Praetor reaches into his pouch. He feels the trophies there...

And he almost doesn't notice Illyagrine walking up and looking at Lucida. "How do you feel, Lucida? Did you rest?" She still has the stoic demeanor of a High Elf, but her eyes are kind.

"Yes, ma'am," is all Lu says in response.

Illyagrine looks at Praetor. "Melandil requests your presence as soon as your business is concluded," she says quietly. "Take your time."