Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181003001826

(Hound) Lucida's tear-stained face looks up with a fright, but manages not to drop what she's holding. Nervously, she continues her task, trying to fill the first of the tureens.

"Y-yes..." she squeaks, trying to put on a brave face. She turns and puts the first of the filled vessels on the stove and turns it on, the gas flaring a bit before settling into a flame. She grabs the second tureen and sets it in the sink, waiting a few moments before looking up at Marcus.

She's seen him after he's been in rough spots before. She's seen him in tattered clothing once, and knows that his job can be dangerous, deadly even. But she's never seen him in such bad shape, and it only unsettles her more now that she's had a good look. She's been by her father's side as he's had to tend to medical emergencies, including when Aurora was first brought in to their home. Seeing trauma isn't new to her. But with the sight of her second mother, and now of Marcus, it's obvious that she is trying to put on a brave face.

"Did...did you get...hurt, too?" She manages to say, catching a glance at him, before hurriedly looking back at her task.