#rael.

Effy stared for a good minute after Rael spoke, empty eyes studying him as if he were some kind of painting. He seemed so happy, so carefree. Hearing about the suffering her went through, the torment... and the absence of an ending. He lived an unfulfilled life, constantly reminded that he would never get to rest. To catch his breath and return to the great lifeforce.

"I'm sorry."

They're the first words out of her mouth. They taste sugary and sweet, like over-indulgent candy nobles would buy solely because it was expensive. They felt fake, though not an ounce of fakeness had ever resided within Effy. It wasn't a situation she was familiar with comforting someone for. No, she hadn't dealt with a 'revenant' before, nor their deathless nature.

"It's... not right. What they are doing to you," Effy said quietly, small hands curling into fists as she held them in her lap. "Ilmater would never allow someone to suffer such fates..."

Effy felt the tightness in her throat before the tears came, but it was too late to stop them. After the first couple, she wiped at them quickly, a sniffle escaping her.

Standing with either foot on a wall of the dumpster beneath her, a frazzled Effy tilts her head and flashes a bright smile at the blond boy who had showed up not too long ago and had begun assisting in her rescue endeavour. Not for herself of course, but for the mama raccoon and her babies stuck inside the dumpster. Effy had herself precariously balanced as she scaled the large dumpster behind the university mess hall, careful not to slip on any suspicious substances on the sides of the walls.

Someone had knocked down the plank of wood Effy had stood up for the raccoons the first few times she discovered them. Without the plank, they were pretty much stranded. While a college mess hall certainly kept them fed, it wasn't right to leave them stuck inside when she could (not so) easily fix their exit for them.

"Well, thank you! You know, they really are just... sweet little guys!" Effy said, as she crouched down to begin stretching for the plank. She stopped when she felt herself begin to tip the wrong away, clicking her tongue as she reevaluated.

Looking back towards her new friend, she smiled again. "Hey, can you give me a hand, actually? Come here and hold my hand, if you keep me from falling in, I can probably reach this plank by stretching!"