#cloe 02.

She rarely takes time to venture through the Forum when she’s not speaking with her fellow vampires, but the party had changed some things. Home wasn’t feasible, not every day anymore, she couldn’t stomach seeing her palace in ruins. But that wasn’t just it, she’d defended mortal and vampire alike that night. And she stood by it, she didn’t have any regrets, and arguably, she mourned for those that they’d lost regardless of what they were. “Senator Omaira!” She calls after the young woman a few paces in front of her and Amala hurries to fall into step with her. “We haven’t spoken since the party.” She’d tried to get to whoever she could in the aftermath, had tried to make sure they were safe and cared for, but it’d been quick, practically a nod.

“You’re trying to be a senator, right?” It’s blunt, they’re in Canal Cakes and they don’t really mean to say it. But he’d wanted some kind of sweet and there was his pottery buddy behind the counter putting something into one of the many cases. It’s hard not to get swept up in everything going on at the moment though, by nature he’s spent a lot of time a fly on the wall over the years, he’s kept an ear to the ground too long to take it away now. “Can’t imagine that’s gonna be easy. And also, didn’t one of them just fucking bite it?” The vampire, it was a joke, and Triss found himself smiling to himself. It’s brief, because technically they would be down two, Erik’s disappearance is a mystery too close to home.

“I’m sorry the plants got dusted.” Though it was a lot better than what had happened to all the other palaces and houses and such. It could have been them, but he couldn’t tell her that, she knew. Kay sets down the coffee he’d gotten for her on her desk and sinks down in the armchair on the other side of it, immediately crossing his legs at the knee before sipping from his own cup. It’s not from The Last Bean and therefore it kind of sucks, but also he doesn’t blame the place for not being open, he has nothing but sympathy for the owner losing her coven. “Do you want the crisis cigarette? I’ll open a window.” The usual smartassery he carries around dissipates as he looks to the person he considers his one and only true friend looking more than a little depleted, his voice quiet.