[Rin's Discord has remained high as of late. Thanks to Florence's relief in the aftermath of the Manor's destruction as well as D's assistance as she escorted him through Highstorm, Rin at least isn't read to break from her own skin and turn into a monster like Dark had. As such one will be able to notice a few features: black sclera contrasting with her bright blue eyes, her skin in some places will have patches of opalescent scales that - when they flake away - reveal empty shadow or the red veins of something hauntingly familiar. In addition to this some of her skin has been "light scarred". Seared by the moonlight in Highstorm before she had a chance to board up the windows of her shop.
The apathy that comes with Discord and the the light scarring means she doesn't go straight to hollering at him when he makes his demands, but it also means she isn't rushing to prop him up either. At least for his eyes the store is dimly lit with magic candles rather than true forms of light. Ever since the moonlight bleached parts of her skin and portions of her store she has avoided it.]
Don't be ridiculous. I have a guest room.
[Though she won't help him hobble along, she will guide him — towards the back of the store, behind her checkout counter, there is a door that will lead up into her housing area.
There is a relief in her. Something he won't be able to sense over communion, and for a moment she's grateful for their opposing Aspects. He's alive. She hadn't been paying attention to communion aside from Kiritsubo's family aura. He's intact. One of the very few peers, one of the small number of friends, that she has. What took him so long?
It doesn't matter. He'll need a bath before she allows him to touch any of her furniture.]
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The apathy that comes with Discord and the the light scarring means she doesn't go straight to hollering at him when he makes his demands, but it also means she isn't rushing to prop him up either. At least for his eyes the store is dimly lit with magic candles rather than true forms of light. Ever since the moonlight bleached parts of her skin and portions of her store she has avoided it.]
Don't be ridiculous. I have a guest room.
[Though she won't help him hobble along, she will guide him — towards the back of the store, behind her checkout counter, there is a door that will lead up into her housing area.
There is a relief in her. Something he won't be able to sense over communion, and for a moment she's grateful for their opposing Aspects. He's alive. She hadn't been paying attention to communion aside from Kiritsubo's family aura. He's intact. One of the very few peers, one of the small number of friends, that she has. What took him so long?
It doesn't matter. He'll need a bath before she allows him to touch any of her furniture.]